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CAROLINE M. NOEL 



From the Fifteenth Thousand of the English Edition. 



NEW YORK: 
ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH & COMPANY, 

900 BROADWAY, COR. 20TH ST. 



To S. N. 



When I give thanks to God, for all 

His priceless gifts to me, 
Believe that then, among the chief, 

I give Him thanks for thee. 

For all the love that He has rained 
Upon me, from thine eyes, 

That shine like stars above my 
storms, 
Calm, though they sympathize. 

And if one day the hands must loose, 
That now so fondly clasp, 

Yet, e'en though parted, both will be 
Within the same strong grasp. 

One on Christ's bosom gently laid, 

The other safely led 
A longer road, unto the land 

Where live the blessed Dead. 



There meeting, who can guess the 
gleam 

Of rapture, that will rise, 
When we the light of that fair realm 

See in each other's eyes ? 

O deep unspeakable repose 

Of knowing, that for aye 
All that disturbed and hindered love 

Has wholly passed away ! 

Sin, sickness, sorrow, chills of age, 
And pangs of mortal fear, 

Can never reach the land where 
Christ 
Has wiped away each tear. 

For Death has no dominion there, 
Where Sin has never trod, 

But souls transfigured, live and love, 
Within the Life of God. 



Easter, 1868. 



Then fear we not to trust His Word, 
And cherish Love's increase ; 

Since e'en its sharpest throes must pass 
Into Eternal Peace. 



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The present edition of these poems, as well as 
any that may hereafter be called for, must needs dif- 
fer in one respect from any that have preceded it. 
In previous editions, fresh poems were added by 
the Author from time to time. Now, the volume is 
complete ; and the present Edition is sent forth in 
loving memory of one whose earthly work is finished. 

Many into whose hands this volume may fall, and 
those especially to whom the prayer that it might be 
employed in the " Ministry of Consolation " has been 
answered, may find it helpful, as well as interesting, 
to learn somewhat of the circumstances which gave 
its special character to this work. 

A sickness prolonged for more than twenty years, 
with seasons of extreme suffering and weakness — so 
extreme at times, that the end seemed imminent ; a 
peculiar sensitiveness of nerve and brain, which could 

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IN MEMORIAM. 



seldom bear the presence of earthly friends ; long 
nights and days of throbbing sleeplessness : — such 
was the school in which were taught and learned 
those lessons of " submission, " of willing acceptance 
of " the yoke," of " patient hope," of trust and of 
glorying in " the Name of Jesus " and " the Cross 
of Jesus," and in which were won the peculiar depth 
and power of sympathy which breathe throughout 
these pages. 

These were doubtless the advanced and ripened 
fruits ; but they were developed from a natural char- 
acter of more than ordinary breadth and beauty. 
All who knew the Author in outwardly brighter days 
were conscious of rich and varied powers of mind, 
of a delicate refinement, of a singular playfulness 
of thought, and a love of all that is beautiful in 
nature and in art, together with an ever-deepening 
humility, which were among her early as well as her 
latest characteristics. 

There are few who will not allow how natural it is, 

in prolonged sickness, to make its very loneliness into 

a home from which the si^hs and sorrows of the outer 

world are gradually excluded; but here it will be 

observed, that in all the later poems the sympathies 

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IN MEMORIAM. 



take an even wider range, and are specially with the 
bereaved. Is a mother mourning for a little child 
called away on the voyage homeward from a distant 
land ? — are the family joys of Christmas mellowed 
by an unlooked-for loss ? — does the Church mourn 
the sudden removal of a Chief Pastor, whose minis- 
trations the Author herself had known and prized 
in her father's * house ? — To these and all such 
mourners her loving and earnest sympathies were 
extended ; while every record of a " course fulfilled," 
of a " heart that throbbed with suffering," now 
"bathed in endless calm," was hailed with deepest 
thankfulness. 

Amid the many lights that were graciously per- 
mitted to fall across this shadowed life, and that gave 
so cheering and joyous a brightness to this sick- 
room, must be mentioned the pleasure derived from 
the " unusual acceptance " given to this volume. 
Often was her heart gladdened by the testimonies 
received, from varied and quite unexpected quar- 
ters, to the encouragement, consolation, or help, 
which its perusal had afforded ; while the knowledge 

* The late Hon. and Rev. Gerard T. Noel, then Canon of 
Winchester and Vicar of Romsey. 

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IN ME MORI AM. 



that some of its verses* were to be heard in the 
Church's public services, from which their Author 
had been so long withheld, was an additional source 
of gladness. 

It was but a short time before the present Edition 
was needed, that the long-looked-for summons came. 
A few days of acute suffering were followed by some 
hours of unconsciousness ; and then, without a sigh, 
she passed into the Sunshine of His Blessed Presence. 

" O life fulfilled— 
In rapture stilled — 
With Him, Who led her by the road 
Of suffering, to be crowned of God ! " 

R. G. M. 

London : Easter, 1878. 

* Ascension Day, p. 65 ; Missionary Hymn, p. 1S1. 

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PREFACE TO THE THIRD EDITION, 



These verses were printed in their rough, unfin- 
ished state, just as they were written down at the 
dictation of one who is incapacitated by weakness 
for the task of revision and correction. As they 
have met with unusual acceptance from many of 
those for whom they were intended, they are again 
published, with considerable additions. 

May He, Who was anointed that He might " com- 
fort all that mourn, " vouchsafe to give them some 
further employment in His Ministry of Consolation ! 



C. M. N. 
October, 1863. 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

The Name of Jesus 15 

Indwelling 19 

God of All Love and Pity 22 

The Yoke • • • • • 34 

Winchester Cathedral • • • • 28 

Submission 31 

Passing Hence 33 

Chastisement 35 

Retrospect 38 

The Pilgrim 41 

Still Waters 43 

A Contrast 46 

Self-Accusation 49 

Disappointment . 51 

" Upbraideth Not " • • 53 

The Annunciation 56 

The Divine Infancy 59 

" He Laid His Hand Upon Me" 62 

Bethany 64 

Good Friday 68 

Woman's Commission 71 

Day-Break 76 

Ascension Day 79 

41 The Lord and Giver of Life" 82 

II 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

Hide Me . . * 86 

The Love of God 89 

The Cross 93 

In Pain 95 

Holy Communion 97 

The Net 100 

Associations ••••. 102 

Night 105 

The Sea-Shore 109 

Dying 111 

Waiting 112 

Paradise 114 

The Redemption of the Body 119 

Gathered Flowers 123 

After Dark 125 

Home . 128 

Uselessness 131 

Rest 134 

Offerings 136 

Weariness 138 

Good-Night 141 

Gone Before 143 

Death 146 

Desolation 149 

Self-Dedication 153 

On An Infant's Grave 155 

A Little While 156 

Thanksgiving 157 

Alpha 159 

Alpha and Omega 161 

Memorials 165 

Twilight 170 

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COXTENTS. 



TAGE 

On the Death of a Child 172 

To * * * 174 

His Presence 177 

The Past 180 

H. L. P 183 

In Memoriam, — 

Satisfied 184 

Asleep 185 

Silence 186 

Here and There 187 

Sunset and Sunrise 189 

Crowned 192 

A Fragment 194 

Missionary Hymn 195 

u Our Light Affliction " 197 

Welcomed 198 

Alice ; 201 

M Even So, Lord Jesus " 203 



appendix. 

The Communion of the Sick 207 

New-Blown Flowers on All Saints' Morning .... 209 

My Window 211 

Holy Matrimony 214 

A Mother's Prayer for Her New-Born Child .... 216 

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The Almighty Lord, Who is a most strong Tower 

to all them that put their trust in Him, to Whom all 

things in Heaven, in Earth, and under the Earth, 

do bow and obey, be now and evermore thy defense ; 

and make thee know and feel, that there is none 

other Name under Heaven given to Man, in Whom. 

and through Whom, thou mayest receive health and 

Salvation, but only the Name of our Lord Jesus 

Christ. Amen. 

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THE NAME OF JESUS. 



AND 



OTHER POEMS. 



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ONE Name alone in all this death-struck earth, 
One Name alone come down from highest heaven, 
Whence healing and salvation we receive, 
To sinful man is given. 

Name brought by Gabriel from the heart of God, 
And laid like flower-seed in the adoring breast 
Of her, in whom the mystery was wrought, 
And God made manifest : 

O Name of Jesus ! — of that lowly Babe 
That on the sunny slopes of Nazareth strayed, 
Or, calm and silent on the cottage floor, 
With wild flowers played : 



THE NAME OF JESUS. 



Name of the wondrous Child, that in the temple stood, 
With brow all meekness, and with eye all light, 
Who to the blinded teachers of the Law 
Would have given sight : 

Name of the Prophet, Healer, Master, Friend, 
Death's mighty Vanquisher, and sorrow's Cure, 
The Fountain of new innocence for man, 
That ever shall endure : 

The secret, the unutterable Name, 
From the world's earlier ages hid so long, 
Now in time's fullness given at length to be 
The new creation's song : 

And yet it was the scorn of Jewish lips, 
And written by unholy heathen pen, 
Then nailed aloft upon the awful Cross, 
Signal to God and men ; 

But never written in the dust of death, 
Nor cut upon the portals of the grave, 
So quickly He that threshold has recrossed, 
Triumphantly to save. 
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THE NAME OF JESUS. 



It dropped from Heaven like- gently falling plume, 
Just when the shadow of the white cloud fell 
Upon the Apostles' upward-turned brows : 
" O wherefore dwell, 

Ye Galilaeans, gazing up so long 
Into the clear blue depths ye search in vain ? 
Lo ! this same Jesus, rising to His Throne, 
Shall so return again." 

Once more Heaven sent it down upon the earth, 
When from Love's central Fount the accents came, 
And on the persecuting Saul poured down, 
In glory and in flame. 

O Name of value infinite ! and yet 
Thou mov'st our spirits with a deeper thrill, 
For the dear lips that have Thy music breathed, 
And then grown still. 

For Thou the last gift art our lost ones leave, 
To be our comfort on our onward way; 
" Love Jesus," " Jesus is our only hope," 
Adoringly they say. 
17 



THE NAME OF JESUS. 



As shipwrecked sailors grasp an oar, and launch 
Upon the billows of a midnight sea, 
These fearless souls, embracing " Jesus," plunge 
Into Eternity : 

Then, safely floated to the Home of peace, 
Where the bright plumed angels throng the shore, 
Still, still the Name of Jesus those glad hosts 
In anthems pour. 

Name that the ransomed souls forever wear, 
Gemmed with pure lustre on each perfect brow, 
Be Thou the radiance of our earthly lives; 
Transform us even now. 

O Name above all names the most beloved ! 
Fullest of memories, and of untold peace, 
Earnest of all unutterable joys ! — 

Yet, fond heart, cease, 

For Jesus is the Name of the High God : • 

Hushed be thy thoughts, and silently adore ! 

When thou shalt come to see Him as He is, 

Thou shalt know more. 
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D 



JutIiuclUn0. 

RAW nigh unto my soul, 
O Holiest, draw nigh ; 
For I have wants within, which Thou 
Alone canst satisfy : 
O deign to commune with me as I kneel ; 
Thy glory in my inmost soul reveal. 

Thou speakest in Thy works ; 

But, wondrous though they be, 
They have no voice to utter forth, 
" Jesus has died for me :" 
They show Thy goodness and Thy power divine, 
But, oh ! they can not tell me Thou art mine. 

Nor is it, Lord, enough 

To see Thine image glow, 
Reflected in Thy chosen ones 
Militant here below : 
Thyself alone can satisfy the heart, 
Thou art the only friend death can not part. 

19 



IND WELLING. 



Pleasant it is to stand 

Within Thy temples fair, 
To hear Thy ministers proclaim, 
That Thou dost meet us there ; — 
To kneel before Thine Altar and partake 
The sacramental food for Jesus' sake. 

But pain and death will come ; 

And then, O God, for me 
Can Anthem, Litany, and Prayer 
In aught availing be ? 
The melodies that float through choir and aisle, 
While cold in dust my head shall rest the while ? 

Draw near and condescend 
To take up Thine abode 
Within this sinful heart, and dwell, 
An ever-present God. 
Must I not be alone with Thee at last ? 
Oh, let my life be in Thy presence passed. 

Father, my soul would be 

Like a transparent haze, 

Through which Thy Deity should pour 

Its sanctifying rays. 
20 



INDWELLING. 



Lord, fill me with Thy fullness; give me grace 
To commune with Jehovah face to face. 

Reveal Thyself e'en now 

Within that inmost bound, 
Where the Immortal Essence dwell 
In solitude profound ; 
Where thought is lost, and strong emotions keep 
Their ceaseless watch above the mystery deep. 

Do with me what Thou wilt, 

Low at Thy feet I fall ; 
Absorb me in Thyself; be Thou, 
Father, my all in all : 
Show me the glorious beauty that is Thine, 
And the deep lowliness that should be mine. 

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(Sort 0f atl gcruc autl gitvj, 

GOD of all love and pity, 
Thy children gently guide ; 
With heavenly food supply us, 
All needful good provide. 

By waters still, refresh us, 

As patiently we wait, 
Till Thou, the Fount of brightness, 

Our souls illuminate. 

Our wishes and affections, 
Our impulses and powers, 

We yield unto Thy guidance ; 
For they are Thine, not ours. 

Our spirits we surrender, 

Our purposes resign, 

To be conformed for ever 

Unto the Will Divine. 
22 



GOD OF ALL LOVE AND PLTY. 



With strong attraction draw us 

Unto Thyself alone, 
King of Saints, and bring us 

Unto Thy sapphire throne. 

And till the morning dawneth 
For each tired soul's release, 

Sustain us with the brightness 
Of Thine own perfect peace. 

23 



O AVIOUR ! beneath Thy yoke 
^ My wayward heart doth pine, 
All unaccustomed to the stroke 
Of love divine : 
Thy chastisements, my God, are hard to bear, 
Thy cross is heavy for frail flesh to wear. 

" Perishing child of clay ! 

Thy sighing I have heard ; 
Long have I marked thy evil way, 
How thou hast erred : 
Yet fear not ; by My own most Holy Name, 
I will shed healing through thy sin-sick frame. 

Praise to Thee, gracious Lord ! 

I fain would be at rest ; 
Oh now fulfill Thy faithful word, 
And make me blest f 
My soul would lay her heavy burden down, 
And take with joy fulness the promised crown. 

24 



THE YOKE. 



" Stay, thou short-sighted child : 
There is much first to do ; 
Thy heart, so long by sin defiled, 
I must renew : 
Thy will must here be taught to bend to Mine, 
Or the sweet peace of heaven can ne'er be thine." 

Yea, Lord, but Thou canst soon 

Perfect Thy work in me, 
Till, like the pure calm summer moon, 
I shine by Thee; 
A moment shine, that all Thy power may trace, 
Then pass in silence to my heavenly place. 

M Ah, coward soul ! confess 

Thou shrinkest from My cure, 
Thou tremblest at the sharp distress 
Thou must endure ; 
The foes on every hand for war arrayed, 
The thorny path in tribulation laid. 

" The process slow of years, 
The discipline of life, — 
Of outward woes and secret tears, 
Sickness and strife, — 
25 



THE YOKE. 



The idols taken from thee one by one, 
Till thou canst dare to live with Me alone. 

u Some gentle souls there are, 
Who yield unto My love, 
Whom, ripening fast beneath My care, 
I soon remove ; 
But thou stiff-necked art, and hard to rule, 
Thou must stay longer in affliction's school:" 

My Maker and my King ! 
Is this Thy love to me ? 

that I had the lightning's wing 
From earth to flee ! 

How can I bear the heavy weight of woes 
Thine indignation on Thy creature throws ? 

" Thou canst not, O My child ; 
So hear My voice again : 

1 will bear all thy anguish wild, 
Thy grief — thy pain ; 

My arms shall be around thee day by day, 
My smile shall cheer thee on thy heavenward way. 

26 



THE YOKE. 



" In sickness I will be 

Watching beside thy bed, 
In sorrow thou shalt lean on Me 
Thy aching head. 
In every struggle thou shalt conqueror prove, 
Nor death itself shall sever from My love." 

O grace beyond compare ! 

love most high and pure ! 
Saviour, begin, no longer spare ! 

1 can endure : 

Only vouchsafe Thy grace, that I may live 
Unto Thy glory, Who canst so forgive. 

27 



WHntUcsUv (Catttcttal, 

"\T7E stood beside the sculptured screen, 
^ » And heard the holy sound 
Of music, from the choir within, 
Filling the silence round. 



We heard it rise and float and fall, 
Yet could not catch the words, 

Which, to the worshipers within, 
Blent with those solemn chords. 

But as each Psalm drew near its close, 
We knew that they would raise, 

Unto the Lord Omnipotent, 
Ascriptions of high praise. 

Then we, too, joined, and sang aloud, 

" Glory to God most high, 
The Father, Son, and Comforter, 

To all eternity ! " 
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WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 



And thoughts arose of those we love, 
Whose footsteps with us trod 

Along the path of life awhile — 
Then mounted to their God. 

They scaled the golden steps to heaven, 

And passed the inner gate ; 
We in the outer Church remain, 

Nor understand their state. 

We know not the new song they sing, 
Save that they sometimes cry, 
" Unto the Lamb that once was slain 
Be praise and majesty ! " 

And we may join — though at our prayers 
On earth no more they bend ; 

In adoration of the Lamb, 
Our voices still can blend. 

O Thou of Whom the family 
In heaven and earth is named, 

For whom such joys Thou hast prepared, 
That Thou art not ashamed 
29 



WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL. 



To call us " brethren," and to let 
Our souls through anguish learn 

To love, as Thou dost, patiently, 
Without the glad return 

From voice of answering love, without 
The help of sense or sight : 

Sustain us when we faint and fail, 
Till we are purged quite 

From all alloy of earth and self — 

Till we are meet to be 
Gathered at last with our beloved, 

Thy countenance to see. 

3° 



gxxbmission. 

THE conflict, Lord, is ended, and Thy grace 
Hath now the victory won, 
And taught me thankfully to say, 

u Father, Thy Will be done." 

I scarcely understand how the wild storm 

Thus suddenly should cease ; 
How the long buffeting should end 

In unexpected peace. 

Once it seemed very hard that Thou shouldst choose 

What I had loved the most, 
To make me say, " Thy Will be done," 

At such a bitter cost. 

But now I see that it was wisest Love, 

Claiming its rightful throne : 
That in my consecrated heart 

Thou mightest reign alone. 
3i 



SUBMISSION. 



My soul is crowded all with silent thoughts, — 

A hush I can not tell ; 
Like the strange pauses in a dream, 

One motion may dispel. 

What though the Future with its unknown depths 

Be hidden from my sight, 
I know that its untrodden paths 

Lead onward into light. 

Yes, I will trust Thee : Thou didst once on earth 

Carry our griefs alone ; 
Thou soughtest comforters to help, 

And friends, but they were gone. 

Thou knowest all my need : upon Thy care 

I utterly depend ; 
Thy patience, that has borne the past, 

Will keep me to the end. 
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passing Jteucc, 

THOU'RT passing hence, O pilgrim soul ! 
Thy mortal vest lay down ; 

Robe thee with immortality 
And glory for a crown. 

O lonely, lonely anchoret, 

Cloistered in Sorrow's shrine, 

When thou dost reach thy Father's Court, 
What welcome shall be thine ! 

Though gloomy shadows have been long 

Brooding above thy tent, 
The lovely light begins to dawn, 

The night is almost spent. 

What though thy lamp burn fitfully, 

Flickering high and low, 
It, with the oil of gladness filled, 

Again in heaven shall glow. 
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PASSING HENCE. 



The silver cords are breaking fast 
In that fond lyre-like heart, 

Yet in heaven's glorious melodies 
Its music shall bear part. 

Turn up the hour-glass yet once more, 
Swift as that falling sand, 

Thou'rt passing through the wilderness, 
Unto the Holy Land. 

The secret cross of Baptism, 

Invisible till now, 
Is turning to a glory star 

Upon thy dying brow : 

And Hope, endiademed with light, 
Holds thee unto her breast, 

While Love, with her angelic wings, 
Is folding thee to rest. 

On through the toilsome desert way 
Our footsteps still must roam, 

But joy to thee, Beloved One, 
For thou art going home. 
34 



I 



(nxastiscttxcui 

HAVE been dumb, and held my peace, 

Because the stroke was Thine :• 

When Thou dost bare Thy holy Arm, 

Omnipotent, Divine, 
Shall mortal man, corrupt within, 

Complain that Thou dost visit sin ? 

Thou didst it, Lord ! This sorrow came. 

Obedient to Thy Will : 
Thy hands have made me ; Oh ! in wrath 
Remember mercy still. 
I will be silent at Thy awful throne ; 
Lord, Thou hast fashioned me : Thy Will be done. 

Thou didst it ; — Thou Whose heart of love 
Was wounded first for me : 

Thou didst endure this life, and bear 
Death's deepest agony. 
35 



CHASTISEMENT. 

How can I murmur or complain, 
When Jesus suffered grief and pain ? 

Thou didst it ; — Who art watching now 

Each pang and heavy sigh : 
Yes, I submit, if only Thou 

Wilt hold me, and stand nigh : 
I will not struggle with the knife 
That wounds me, but to save my life. 

Thou didst it, Who art gone on high, 

Where many mansions be, 
There to prepare a glorious Home, 
And deathless friends for me 
Shall I rebel against the love, 
That fits me for my Home above ? 

Ah, no ! e'en through this load of fears, 

My heart is springing up, 
To thank Thee for the boundless grace, 
That overflows my cup. 
But I am weak, and can not always say, 
*' Thy Will be done : " remember I am clay. 

36 



CHASTISEMENT. 



Put a new song within my lips, 
And let my spirit sing : 
I give Thee up my inmost heart, 

Saviour, and Priest, and King ; 
Take to Thee, there at least, Thy power, and reign ; 
Henceforth, " to live is Christ, to die is gain." 

37 



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I SOUGHT to praise Thee, but my heart 
Went heavily along ; 
It seemed too weak with sorrow's smart, 
To lift itself in song. 

I sought to count Thy mercies o'er, 
To view them one by one, 

But sighed o'er what may be no more, 
Chief blessings that are gone. 

Till I am brought to worship now, 

E'en for this very grief; 
To praise the mercy with which Thou 

Hast kept back all relief. 

That while I struggled and rebelled, 

Thou didst in love go on 
Did'st take that which I tightest held, 

And set my heart upon. 

38 



RETROSPECT. 



That Thou didst lead me into gloom, 
Far from the light of earth, 

To show me it was but a tomb, 

And death my better birth. 

And when, enthralled by earth, I see 
Those who in childhood's days 

Gathered the buds of hope with me, — 
A deep, deep thrill of praise 

Echoes along my heart, that I 

Am now beside Thy Cross, 

Longing, by faith, with Thee to die, 
And count the world but loss. 

Thus in Thy presence now I kneel, 
Filled with one deep desire ; 

One strong ascending hope I feel 
Glow like celestial fire, 

That Thou wilt unto me impart 
Thy truth on every side, 

To pour o'er my corrupted heart 
Its renovating tide. 
39 



RETROSPECT. 



Hide nothing from me that Thy power 
Can make my soul to know, 

And from that knowledge cause, each hour, 
A holy love to grow. 

O draw me close unto Thy breast, 
Close as my soul can come, 

And let me there take up my rest, 
In my eternal Home. 
40 



gttc gil#**m. 

PILGRIM, where goest thou? 
"Unto the shrine 
And presence of my Lord, a Prince Divine, 
And wearily upon mine arm I bear 
A free-will offering to meet Him there." 

Surely, 'tis precious, if 'tis fit to bring 
Unto so mighty and so rich a King. 
Tarry a moment, let me look within 

; Upon thy treasure : — why, 'tis marred by sin ! 

| Here is a bottle almost full of tears, 
Bundles of heartless prayers, and faithless fears, 
Talents grown rusty with long lying by ; 
A half-strung harp, whose music is a sigh : 

! Necklaces strung with vows that once were fair, 
But broken now, or spent in empty air ; 
Thoughts, feelings, passions, all with evil rife : 
Neglected duties, and a wasted life : — 
All that is here, thy Lord will surely spurn, 
Except, perchance, this little closed urn 

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THE PILGRIM. 



Of Love ; yet that defiled is, and small : 

hapless Pilgrim, this is not thine all ? 

" All, gentle Stranger ; yet I do not fear 
But that my Lord will in His mercy hear 
My earnest prayer, and will be pleased to take 
This worthless offering, for His own dear sake : 
One great Oblation on His Altar lies, 
One perfect and sufficient Sacrifice ; 
And for the sake of that one precious Name, 
A full acceptance now all suppliants claim : 

1 fain would give my heart, but it hath been 
Stolen by the world away, and so my Prince, 
Who with His searching eyes the theft hath seen, 
Hath sent to me His gracious Spirit since 

To say that He the wanderer will find, 
And new create it after His own mind, 
Then lay it on His Altar ; there to be 
Filled ever with the oil of His felicity." 

42 



M till WXiiUvs. 

THOU didst despise the quiet flow 
Of day succeeding day, 
In undisturbed tranquillity 
Whiling thy life away. 

A home was thine, all calm and true, 

Bright with affection's smile, 
But after earth's magnificence 

Thy proud heart yearned the while. 

Thou didst refuse the daily round 

Of useful patient love, 
And longedst for some great emprise 

Thy spirit high to prove. 

Peace had been thine, couldst thou submit 

To duty's fixed employ, 
But thou didst turn aside to weep 

For overflowing joy. 
43 



STILL WATERS. 



So a change came : — a few short days, 
These were enough to bring 

A shadow, that forever took 

The brightness from thy spring. 



* 



Few as they were, they were enough 

To bid thy rest depart, 
To wake a fountain deep and strong 

Of grief within thy heart. 

Now thou hast learnt to prize the flow 

Of day succeeding day, 
In undisturbed tranquillity 

Whiling thy life away. 

Thy Future now is not on earth : 
Christ teaches thee to soar 

To where the living waters glide 
On an eternal shore. 

The forms of beauty and of power, 

That here thy heart controlled, 
Are all developed for thee there, 

In a diviner mould. 
44 



STILL WATERS. 



When meek obedience thou hast learnt, 

In silence, and unknown, 
Thou shalt do perfect service there, 

In presence of the Throne. 

The joy that would have held thy soul 

Enchained by time and sense, 
With Heaven's high interest shall be given, 

Thy lasting recompense. 

Thou shalt be changed : * a few short days 

Will be enough to bring 
A glory, that through heart and flesh 

Shall breathe immortal Spring. 



* "We shall all be changed." — i Cor. xv. 51. 

45 



|l (Contrast 

STEADFAST, gentle, self-forgetting, 
Patient, tender, brave, and wise, 
Bounteous as the dew of morning, 

Nobly free from all disguise ; 
Thrilling like a harp responsive 

To each touch of lofty thought, 
And true-hearted to remember 

The least kindness for thee wrought ; 
Brighter and more ardent spirit 

Never on this fair earth trod ; 
Such thou art amid thy fellows ; 

But, oh, what, unto thy God ? 

Cold beneath His touch as marble, 
Dark and silent as the grave, 

Careless, selfish, and ungrateful, 
Scantly serving like a slave ; 

Scorning the bare thought of yielding 
Unto Him thy heart, thy health, 
46 



A CONTRAST. 



Grudgingly and meanly giving 
Of thy time and of thy wealth ; 

Living freely on His riches 

As thine own, by night and day, 

And yet haughtily refusing 
By His Will to rule thy way. 

Pause, O blinded, and consider 

How it is these things can be : 
Then unto thy patient Saviour 

Turn thee, on low bended knee : 
Tenderly He calls and seeks thee, 

With a long and anxious quest, 
Yearning ever to enfold thee 

Joyfully unto His breast : 
Love Eternal for thy coldness 

Doth not from the search depart, 
But still follows, pleading meekly, 

"Child of earth, give Me thine heart." 

From His glory He descended, 
For thy sins to mourn and die ; 

Then from out the grave returning, 
He ascended to the sky ; 
47 



A CONTRAST. 



Whence He poureth out His Spirit, 

Offering to thee gifts untold ; 
Of these marvels now thou hearest 

With unloving heart and cold ! 
Noble, gentle, self-forgetting, 

In earth's best affections rife, 
There is yet one thing thou lackest- 

'Tis the Spirit's breath of Life. 

4 8 



IN the white robes of His Priesthood, 
On the Mediator's Throne, 
Christ receives each one who cometh 
His transgressions there to own. 

Thou must meet Him in the Judgment, 
In His awful power arrayed ; 

To Him first, as Intercessor, 
Be thine inmost life displayed. 

E'en to half-reluctant suppliants 
Meekly He inclines His ear, 

Catches every broken utterance, 
Every moving pulse of fear. 

If for words too much bewildered, 
If thou dare not seek His face, 

Silent lay thy heart before Him, 
He will understand its case. 
49 



SELF- A CCUSA TIOX. 



Only long to be delivered 

From each remnant of disguise 
Only let Him lay in ruins 

All thy refuges of lies ; 

Only strive to say, "My Saviour/' 

As thou liest at His feet ; 
He can from thy dust and ashes 

Spotless holiness complete. 

Through the new strange stillness round thee : 

Through the palpitating air, 
A new dawn will steal upon thee ; 

How, thou canst not tell, nor where. 

Pierced hands will touch and bless thee, 
Words descend from highest heaven, 

Breathing through thy heart's recesses, 
" O My child, thou art forgiven ! " 

50 



QiBKppolntmtuL 

A LL round the rolling world, both night and day, 
^ *- A ceaseless voice ascends from those who pray : 
" Thy Will be done on earth, as now in heaven; 
Unto our souls a perfect choice be given." 



i All round the rolling world, both night and day, 
A ceaseless answer comes to those who pray : 
By shattered hopes, crossed plans, and fruitless pains, 
Thy heavenly Master thine allegiance trains. 

Guessing some portion of His great design, 
i Thou seek'st to forward it by ways of thine : 
He Who the whole disposes as is meet, 
Sees a necessity for thy defeat. 

Yet to the faithful there is no such thing 
As disappointment ; failures only bring 
A gentle pang, as peacefully they say, 
■ " His purpose stands though mine has passed away." 

5i 



DISAPPOINTMENT. 



All is fulfilling, all is working still, 

To teach thee flexibility of will ; 

To great achievements let thy wishes soar, 

Yet meek submission pleases Christ still more. 

When Love's long discipline is overpast, 
Thy will too shall be done, with His, at last, 
When all is perfected, and thou dost stand, 
Robed, crowned, and glorified at His Right Hand. 

52 



« mptivitirtctTx &ot" 

u God .... upbraideth not." — St. James i. 5. 

p ECEIVE me, Lord ; to Thee I fly, 
" Defeated and dismayed, 
Thou only Refuge from the sound 
Of voices that upbraid ! 

There is no day, from out the past, 

But has its bitter cry, — 
No friend, but I may sometime read 

Reproaches in his eye. 

E'en those for whom my wealth of love 

Outran their utmost need, 
Might say, " Why, with intenser prayer, 

For me didst thou not plead ? " 

Nature, through every changing mood, 

Has a low chiding tone, 
Telling of uncompleted works, 

And of occasions flown. 
53 



" UP BRA IDE TH NO 7V 



The very Father of all lies 

Speaks truth, as he recalls 
Transgressions, failings numberless, 

Infirmities and falls. 

Conscience, imperious grown, reproves 

The evil I have wrought : 
My wishes, purposes, and life, 

Are baser than I thought. 

Exhausted by the tumult wild, 

And overborne, I pine 
For silence, infinite in depth 

Of tenderness Divine. 

Against Thee only have I sinhed, 

And all this evil done ; 
Yet Thou alone dcst not upbraid, 

O meek and spotless One ! 

No weak reproaches full of self 

Thou makest me endure, 
For stronger even than my sin 

Is Thy great power to cure. 
54 



"UPBRAIDETH NOT." 



Thou wilt do all I have undone, 
Re-make what I have marred, 

My foolish hindrances the while 
Wilt gently disregard : 

And when Thy work is all complete, 
Then Thou wilt call it mine, 

And I shall hear Thee say, " Well done ! 
Henceforth My joy is thine." 

55 



%\xt ^umtucittiiMi. 

QTRAIGHT from the presence of the Lord of 
^ heaven 

The Angel Gabriel speeds upon his way, 
To where, beyond the mountains of Judaea, 

The dwelling of a Hebrew maiden lay ; 
And as a sunbeam that in silence steals, 
He seeks the chamber where the maiden kneels. 

Silent he stands, his hand a lily holding, 

That through the air celestial fragrance flings, 

Bright figure, and soft shadow, showing strangely 
Against the background of his large white wings, 

His head, in love and reverent wonder bent 

Towards her, for whom this embassy is sent. 

The morning sunlight lay upon her forehead, 
The morning breezes stirred her floating hair; 

Her earnest eyes were raised to heaven, as seeking 
The Object of her deep adoring prayer — 

56 



THE ANNUXCIA TIOJV. 



The unseen, eternal, and immortal King, 
Who man's lost heritage again will bring. 

Whom will He send to earth as its Deliverer, 
The great Messiah of the chosen race ! 

When will the tardy hours bring round His Advent, 
What mother shall receive that crowning grace? 

When will the strife, the wrong, the woe be past, 

And David's Son ascend His throne at last ? 

Hushed is the prayer, yet the fair lips are parted 
In deep amazement at her angel-guest, 

Whose gleaming presence gently dawns upon her : — 
u Hail, Mary ! thou of women the most blest : 

God will redeem the promise that He gave ; 

His Son of thee takes flesh, the world to save." 

Humbly she hears the thrilling words of wonder, 
And yields herself to the all-perfect Will — 

His only, His forever, a fair temple 

Which His Divinity doth form and fill : 

M Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord : 

So let it be according to Thy word." 

57 



THE ANNUNCIATION. 



Still Mary kneels ; for over soul and body 

The o'ershadowing grace is streaming in full flow, 

While deep within, beneath her heart's quick pulses, 
The Life of heaven and earth begins to glow : 

And He by Whom all wrongs will be redrest, 

In a few months will lie upon her breast. 

O Christ, our King ! the King and Son of Mary, 
Our Champion, Saviour, Brother, Priest, and 
Friend ! 

Teach Thou each yearning throb of hero-worship 
How to pass on to Thee, as its true end : 

Let every gleam of light that charms our eyes 

Lead us to Thee, from Whom it took its rise. 

Over these hearts, so prone to harbor idols, 
Let the o'ershadowing grace forever stream, 

Until the Son has been revealed within us — 
Our Hope of glory, and its fairest dream ; 

Until we know Thee, not by angel's tongue, 

But as our Life of life, Whom we shall see ere long. 

. 58 



HOME of the Christ-child at Nazareth, 
Let my thoughts within thee dwell ; 
There, — where, shrouded in man's weakness, 
Dwelleth Light Ineffable ! 

Angels circle round adoring, 

Watchful, as the hours go by, 
As the mystery advanceth 

Of that wondrous Infancy. 

Cradled by a human Mother, 

Though with grace Divine imprest, 

Playing with soft aimless touches 
On her cheek and on her breast. 

In the water from the fountain, 

'Mid the oleanders wild, 
In the early morn and evening, 

Mary bathes the unsullied Child. 
59 



THE DIVINE INFA.NCY. 



When the soft blue veins show clearer 
In the water's liquid gleam, 

Oh ! how little thinks that Mother 
Of the pure life-giving stream, 

That a Gentile spear shall open 
In that gracious, tender side, 

For the healing of the nations, 
For a Covenant world-wide. 

Joyfully she clothes and feeds Him, 
And she trains Him day by day, 

Till the beautiful Child Jesus 

Has been taught to kneel and pray. 

Humbly were the small Hands folded, 
Bended was the golden Head : 

But God only, in the heavens, 
Understood the prayer He said. 

For of all the cries and pleadings 
That have yet ascended there, 

None has ever come before Him 
Mighty as that Infant's prayer : 

'Twas the highest act of homage 
That the world had ever shown ; 
60 



THE DIVINE INFANCY. 



And the purest pulse of worship 
That man's heart had ever known. 

Then He learned to be obedient ; 

And with simple, winning grace, 
In the precincts of that cottage 

He has filled a child's true place. 

And the name at which Archangels 
Bow adoring, and say " Lord," 

In that peasant-home was spoken, 
As a common household word. 

Saviour ! by Thy cradle kneeling, 
I with shame my pride confess ; 

By Thy Holy Incarnation 

Cleanse me from its bitterness. 

In Thy life I would be hidden ; 

From self-seeking let me cease ; 
Breathe upon me from Thy Childhood 

Its unutterable peace. 

As my spirit ripens onwards, 
Let it take the mould of Thine ; 

In Thy lowliness abiding, 
In an infancy divine. 
61 



WT 



5t* fetid *tts gawd wpou &Xt." 

LAY Thy Hand upon me 
When I fall asleep, 
Through the silent hours 
Close beside me keep ; 
Then the Prince of Darkness, 

Ruler of the air, 
Will not dare to touch me, 
If Thy Hand is there. 

Lay Thy Hand upon me, 

Tenderly restrain 
All too eager longings, 

Every impulse vain : 
Calm my spirit's chafing, 

Restless with long care ; 
Murmurs melt in silence 

When Thy Hand is there. 

Lay Thy Hand upon me, 

When I rashly stray 

62 



"HE LAID HIS HAND UPON ME." 

Into paths forbidden, 
Choosing my own way. 

Ah ! how much correction, 
Lord, I have to bear, 

Yet must take it meekly, 
For Thy Hand is there. 

Thou didst lead a blind man 

In thine earthly days, 
Led him long and gently, 

Showed him light's pure rays : 
Oh ! through all life's journey, 

To its furthest strand, 
Surely he remembered 

How he clasped that Hand. 

Lead me now and always, 

Even to the last, 
Till the way is ended, 

And the darkness past : 
Till I reach the glory 

I was born to share — 
This its crown and centre, 

That my Lord is there. 
6* 



SIX days before the Passover, 
The blessed Saviour came 
To Bethany, where He remained 

Until His hour of shame ; 
His last abode was in the home 

Of Lazarus, His friend ; 
Those He had loved while in the world 
He loved unto the end. 



The shadow of the Passion lay 

Brooding on all around, 
Though what it meant they could not know, 

Its depth was too profound 
For mortal eye to search it out, — 

Though woman's love might see 
Further than most into the cloud 

Of that great mystery.* 



* St. Matthew xxvi. 12. 

64 



BETHANY. 



His sacred Heart in its lone depths 

Was heaving at the thought, 
That human nature's perfectness 

Through suffering must be wrought. 
And yet He set His face to go 

With firm endurance on, 
And rose above the nature weak 

That clothed the Eternal Son. 

And He did then for evermore 

That form of trial bless, 
If only sinking hearts to Him 

Will turn in their distress ; 
One ray of glory in the crown 

That on His brows is set, 
Is drawn from those deep pangs of Fear 

He never can forget. 

Not for Himself alone He fears : 

That all-foreseeing Eye 
Distinguishes each single throb 

Of human agony. 
He wept o'er every closing grave 

Unto the end of time ; 

65 



BETHANY. 



His soul drank in the rising swell 
Of Sorrow's awful chime. 

He took full measure of the grief 

Of every separate saint, 
As, one by one, each on his cross 

Must tremble and grow faint ; 
He knew, though He had given them rest, 

They first must find sore strife, 
Must seek e'en through the gates of Death 

His promised gift of Life. 

Yet even then His joy arose, 

Forever to increase, 
In knowing that this suffering host 

Would find in Him their peace ; 
The travail of His soul might bow 

That sacred Head to earth, 
Yet He is satisfied to see 

The new Creation's birth. 

He feels the presence of meek love 

Already at His side, 
The gentle ones who cling to Him, 

And breast the world's strong tide ; 
66 



BETHANY. 



He sees the eyes that to Him turn, 
The hands that seek His own, 

Those who, in sharpest discipline, 
Trust Him, and Him alone. 

Apostles, Martyrs, the long line 

Of royal, warrior souls, 
Flash on Him their triumphant smiles 

From where the Future rolls ; 
The white-robed multitude, whom none 

Can number or declare, 
Waft Him their floating voice of praise 

Already on the air. 

Lord ! since our griefs on Thee were laid, 

And Thou hast felt their sting, 
Help us in holiest calm to take 

Our turn of suffering ; 
Thou didst look on unto Thy joy, 

And so by grace will we, 
But we would clasp Thy Cross, and feel 

We owe that joy to Thee. 

6 7 



(6oo& l^dtTatj* 

COLD as the snow 
On mountain range, 
That all the summer's glow 

Can never change, 
My heart remains, 

E'en while I kneel, 
And muse upon those pains 
Which Thou didst feel ! 

A dim amaze, 

A dull, dead woe, 
As on thy Cross I gaze, 

Seems all I know. 
O could I be 

Contrite indeed ! 
Could I but truly see 

I made Thee bleed ! 

O Lamb of God ! 

O Crucified ! 
68 



GOOD FRIDA Y. 



Down on the blood-stained sod 

My face I hide. 
I can not take 

The mystery in ; 
But, Saviour, let it make 

Me free from sin ! 

Free from its guilt, — 

Yes, that I know : 
Thy blood, that there was spilt, 

Doth overflow 
The whole world's sin ; — 

Atones for all : 
But here, here, deep within, 

Let Thy blood fall ! 

Upon these stains,— 

This feeble will, 
These paralyzing chains 

Of former ill : 
And if not yet 

My tears o'erflow, 
O make me sternly set 

Sin to forego ! — 
69 



GOOD FRIDA Y. 



All doubtful things, 

Soft, subtle snares, 
To which the weak soul clings, 

And v clinging, shares 
The Serpent's heart, 

That feeds on dust, 
And does the Serpent's part, — 

Betrays the Just. 

Lord, I am Thine : 

Let this Thy Cross 
Evermore keenly shine 

O'er gain and loss ! 
For it must win 

My heart, my all : 
Oh ! deeper yet within, 

Let Thy blood fall ! 
70 



actio man's Commission. 

St. John xx. 17. 

WHEN, upon Easter morn, 
The risen Saviour came 
To Mary, as she kept 
Beside His grave, and wept, 
He called her name. 

Without one shade of doubt, 
Her heart replied, " My Lord ! " 

The mystery received, 

Of Life through Death achieved, 
Her faith adored. 

Unto that perfect faith 

Christ gave at once employ ; 
Not to embrace His feet, 
In trance of rapture sweet, 
But — nobler joy ! — 
7i 



WOMAN'S COMMISSION. 



To publish the great fruits 
Self-sacrifice had borne — 

Christ risen, rising still ; 

Proclaiming, by His Will, 
To hearts that mourn : 

" Go, say that I ascend, 

Unto My Father's throne — 
My Father, and My God, 
Your Father, and Your God : 
Not Mine alone." 

O Woman, take thy stand 

Upon this high position, 
And faithfully hand on 
Till Death itself is gone, 
This great Commission. 

The Apostolic Line 

No higher message bear; 

They who the world must roam, 

And thou, within thy home, 

One glory share. 
72 



WOMAN'S COMMISSION. 



Teach it thy brother's soul, 

By full unselfish love, 
By consecrated youth, 
By lips of stainless truth, 

Hopes fixed above. 

Throned on thy husband's heart, 

Whisper the message there ; 
And let him all around, 
Within home's guarded bound, 
Breathe heavenly air. 

And let the risen life 

Beating within thy breast, 

Cradle the sleeping boy, 

In a deep hush of joy, 
Laid there to rest. 

Yea, teach the saving truth 

To every son of thine, 
His passions to control, 
To waken in his soul 

The Life Divine. 
73 



WOMAN'S COMMISSION. 



And lonely ones as well, 
With all your untold store 

Of love still garnered in ; 

To spend it, O begin ! 
Give Christ your store. 

Wherever human hearts, 

In high or low estate, 
Waste upon earth and sense 
Hopes that should soar from thence, 

Your work doth wait. 

Behold, it lies outspread ; 

In Christ's strength then arise; 
Fix on the misery round, 
The sin that doth abound, 

Pure, fearless eyes. 

To you the Voice still speaks : 

" Go, say that I ascend 
Unto My Father's throne 
(Yours, and not Mine alone), 

His Gift to send." 
74 



WOMAN'S COMMISSION-. 



O Woman ! then work on 
Beneath thy Saviour's eyes 

Thy joy is yet to come ; 

Thy peaceful perfect Home 
Is in the skies. 

75 



St. John xxi. 

n^HE night is dark, and this long toil 
* Not yet has reached its close : 
Faint and disheartened, my soul longs 
For light and for repose. 

The heaving sea, the moaning wind, 

They toss me to and fro ; 
My net hath swept all round my bark, 

But yet no spoil I show. 

The past possesses me : — my sins 

In all their shame appear ; 
Ungrateful, cowardly, and vain, 

Myself I hate and fear. 

Shall I be always thus, and fall, 

When highest good I seek, 
With love so passionately strong, 

Yet treacherously weak ? 

7 6 



DA Y-BREAK. 



He knows my love ; He has forgiven : 

But can He make me whole ? 
He raised the dead, but can He give 

Life to a dying soul ? 

It seems a dream, that He has been 

Once more amongst His own, 
That we have heard Him breathing Peace, 

In that familiar tone. 

Then is there conquest over death, 

And victory o'er the grave ? 
And will He henceforth have all power 

In heaven and earth to save ? 

O that I knew where I might find 

His place of dwelling now, 
And, kneeling under those pierced Hands, 

Renew each broken vow ! 

He draws me, wins me; I am His; 

Yes, His whom I denied ! 
Perchance He yet may let me dare, 

And suffer, at His side. 
77 



DA Y-BREAK. 



These baffling mists and blinding spray 

Hang cold upon my brow ; 
Yet the day breaks, the shadows fall 

Outstretched behind me now. 

And dimly on the distant strand, 
Just touched with morning light, 

I see a Form — now half revealed, 
Now shrouded from the sight. 

There is a banquet on that shore; 

A voice says, " Come and dine ; 
Yea, feed on Me, and fill at last 

That longing heart of thine." 

The yearning deepens, strengthens, swells ; 

Success can not beguile ; 
That which through life I've toiled to win, 

Seems worthless, by His smile. 

I come, I come — though cold the waves, 
Though steep the shore may be ; 

I come — from earth, from death, from self, 
To be made one with Thee. 

78 



Ascension Q<x\i> 

AT the Name of Jesus 
Every knee shall bow, 
Every tongue confess Him, 

King of Glory now. 
,r Tis the Father's pleasure 

We should call Him Lord, 
Who from the beginning 
Was the mighty Word. 

Mighty and mysterious, 

In the highest height, 
God from Everlasting, 

Very Light of Light ! 
In the Father's bosom, 

With the Spirit blest, 
Love, in Love Eternal, 

Rest, in perfect rest. 

At His voice, Creation 
Sprang at once to sight, 
79 



ASCENSION DAY. 



All the angel faces, 

All the hosts of light ; 
Thrones and dominations, 

Stars upon their way, 
All the Heavenly orders, 

In their great array. 

Humbled for a season, 

To receive a Name 
From the lips of sinners. 

Amongst whom He came; 
Faithfully He bore it, 

Spotless to the last, 
Brought it back victorious, 

When from death He passed. 

Bore it up triumphant, 

With its human light, 
Through all ranks of creatures, 

To the central height; 
To the Throne of Godhead, 

To the Father's breast, 
Filled it with the glory 

Of that perfect rest. 

Name Him, brothers, name Him, 
With love as strong as death, 
80 



ASCENSION DAY. 



But humbly and with wonder, 
And with bated breath : 

He is God the Saviour, 
He is Christ the Lord, 

Ever to be worshiped, 
Trusted, and adored. 

In your hearts enthrone Him 

There let Him subdue 
All that is not holy, 

All that is not true. 
Crown Him as your Captain, 

In temptation's hour; 
Let His Will enfold you 

In its light and power. 

Brothers, this Lord Jesus 

Shall return again, 
With His Father's glory, 

With His angel train : 
For all wreaths of empire 

Meet upon His brow, 
And our hearts confess Him, 

King of Glory now. 
81 



«%\xt %oxdi ixml <5iucv of %iit." 

" No man can say that Jesus is the Lord, but by the 
Holy Ghost." — I Cor. xii. 3. 

JESUS, our Lord and King ! Ah ! pause and see 
Whose power it is by which we homage give : 
For Pilate wrote upon the accursed tree 
In royal style, that Name by which we live. 

Are there not Pilates evermore, who say 

" Lord, Lord," and crave to see some deed of might, 

Who will not learn His Will, nor yet obey, 
But crucify the silent Lord of Light ? 

Those blessed Feet that walked Gennesaret's waves, 

Soon after trod the blue elastic air, 
And mounted where the sapphire glory paves 

The Throne which He will worship now, and share. 

But who shall comfort, now that He is gone, 

And keep in our remembrance what He taught ; 

Moulding our acts as He would have them done, 

Cleansing the springs of action and of thought? 

82 



"THE LORD AJVD GIVER OF LIFE." 

Ten days passed on before the answer came, 
Ten slow expectant days, of ceaseless prayer; 

Then a swift rushing wind, and tongues of flame, 
The Presence of an unseen Power declare. 

He Who of old within the triple Life 

Of the Eternal Godhead moved and wrought, 

And from earth's darkness, and chaotic strife, 
A world of perfect good and order brought ; — 

He who by perfect fellowship abode 
In the Humanity of God's own Son, — 

From Heaven descends, mysteriously endowed 
With power to help and heal us, one by one. 

He is the Spirit of the Son indeed, 

Co-equal in humility and love, 
In that strong patience, which can mourn and bleed, 

But never, from the soul it loves, remove. 

For eighteen hundred years has He remained, 
Quickening, transforming, working as He will ; 

Quenched, scorned, forgotten, limited, and pained, 
He, in His meekness, lingers with us still. 

83 



" THE LORD AND GIVER OF LIFE!' 

All growth in wisdom, all pure love's increase, 
All noble daring, and endurance meek, 

All battles for the truth, all sighs for peace, 
The presence of the Comforter bespeak. 

We seem divided, scattered, and alone ; 

The tranquil heavens with sounds of discord ring : 
Meanwhile He binds us all and every one, 

In bands of growing union, to our King. 

We pray for holiness, then deeply sin ; 

Now we presume, then angrily despair : 
He bears our willfulness ; He pleads within, 

Unuttered moans, that never thrill the air. 

His Breath, too, stirs all prayer, that doth rejoice 
To rise like incense to the central Sun ; 

All praise is the intoning of His Voice, 
Swelling from whispers in the heart begun. 

O Spirit of our spirit, Life's pure Fount ! 

True Friend of the true Bridegroom whom we wait ; 
Reveal Him clearer to our souls, that mount 

With keen expectance towards their promised state. 

8 4 



"THE LORD AND GIVER OF LIFE." 



Tis not enough that He our place prepares, 
With beauty infinite adorns our Home, 

And by the power of His unceasing prayers 

Prevails, that those He loves shall thither come. 

We would be like Him, Whom we call our Lord, 
We would reflect the Image that we love : 

O chasten our whole being, to accord 

With the deep tides of life that in Him move ! 

Thou gracious Spirit ! Comforter most meek ! 

As Christ His glory veiled in flesh of man, 
So Thou Thy Godhead dost conceal, in weak 

Blind spirits, who Thy working can not scan. 

But when He comes for Whom we hourly pray, 
And we are one with Him, in heart and mind, 

He will unfold to us the wondrous way 

In which Thy Love, and His, for us combined. 

Till then, we yield ourselves in deepest trust, 
Into Thy hands, their impress to receive ; 

We would adore Thee, humbled to the dust : 
O Holy Ghost, we do in Thee believe. 

85 



» 



MitXc pi*. 

HIDE me, Lord, for I am weary, 
Weary of the world's hard ways; 
Of its foolish blame and wonder, 
Of its yet more foolish praise. 

Men will judge with blind half knowledge, 
Though Christ said, " Judge not at all : ' 

Let Thy glance of perfect insight 
Now upon my spirit fall. 

Men must work with noise and clamor ; 

Thou dost work in silence sweet : 
For awhile Thou hast withdrawn me, 

To lie quiet at Thy feet. 

Hide me from the mists of error, 

In my own vain heart that rise ; 

From its fears and perturbations, 

From its selfishness and lies. 
86 



HIDE ME. 



Hide me in the time of sorrow, 
When each nerve is on the strain ; 

Compass me with loving-kindness, 
When Thou scourgest me with pain. 

Hide me from the craft of Satan, 
From his kindling breath of flame, 

From his arrowy temptations, 
Sent with an unerring aim. 

Be Thou close at hand to hide me 
When the hour of death draws near ; 

When I tremble to be parted 

From the flesh, that veils me here. 

Hide me, in Thy mercy hide me, 
Till I once have seen Thy Face ; 

Then, my Saviour, then unveil me, 
As a faultless work of grace. 

In the presence of Thy glory, 

Safe forever at Thy feet, 
I, at last, shall hold communion 

With the souls I yearn to greet. 

87 



HIDE ME. 



what joyful revelations 

Of enduring, patient Love ! 
what infinite expansion 

The long-guarded heart shall prove ! 

Blending, melting, in each other, 
Without let, or thought of fear ; 

All the hindrances there vanished 
Utterly, that hold us here. 

With full insight understanding 
Thy great work within each soul, 

New varieties of glory 
Every history will unroll. 

Soaring through the golden ether, 
Piercing it like shafts of flame, 

Rise the notes of adoration 

To the Source from whence they came. 

As the Prayer of prayers is answered, 
"I in them, and Thou in Me;"* 

Perfect all, in One, forever — 
Trinity in Unity. 



St. John xvii. 23. 

SS 



glxe %ovc of (Sail. 

GO back to the beginning, 
And then back earlier still ; 
Trace the first forms of being, 

In the Creator's Will ; 
And find there thine own image, 

What thou wast meant to be ; 
Conceive of the perfection 
Which He designed for thee. 

From out the Life Eternal 

Time sprang forth as a stream, 
Time rolling ever onwards, 

Thy life begins to gleam : 
Where now is that fair image 

That lay in God's deep thought? 
Behold it, marred and altered ; 

Behold what thou hast wrought ! 

O weak, and false, and willful! 

O cold, and stubborn heart ! 
Self-centered, and self-seeking, 

Neglecting thy true part 
89 



THE LOVE OF GOD. 



In the well-ordered working 
Of God's unerring ways; 

Thy origin forgetting, 
The purpose of thy days. 

Who now shall find a healing 

For this deep-seated ill, 
And who shall bend and strengthen 

This weak and crooked will ? 
Who grapple with the darkness 

And agonies, that lie 
Hid in the righteous sentence, 

" The soul that sins shall die ? M 

Love now has changed its action, 

And suffering and decay 
Brought in among the creatures 

Who wandered their own way ; 
Love hides itself in sorrow, 

Draws us with links of pain, 
And wearies us with sadness 

To drive us home again. 

Look back along the ages; 

Behold on Calvary's crest 
90 



THE LOVE OF GOD. 



Thy crucified Creator — 
Thy God, by sin opprest — 

Seeking His lost Creation, 

The souls whom He had made : 

He came as Man among us, 
And was by man betrayed. 

The sins of all the sinful 

Were heaped upon His Head, 
As He, on that high Altar, 

In expiation bled, 
And reconciled the creatures 

To Him who loved them still, 
And offered to the Father 

A faultless human Will. 

Holy, Holy, Holy, 

I flee unto Thy breast ; 
Upon its stainless justice 

Let a lost sinner rest ! 
By Mystery o'ershadowed, 

By boundless Love constrained, 

1 yield myself adoring, 

For glory to be trained. 

Now Thou art in my nature, 
More mine, than is my sin, 
9i 



THE LOVE OF GOD. 



Fulfill me with Thy Presence, 
And make all new within ! 

Let body, soul, and spirit, 
Be so indwelt by Thee, 

That of Thy life within me 
They may the organs be. 

Then, through a few more struggles, 

Through a few dying years, 
From weakness, pain, and darkness, 

From loneliness and tears, 
From doubts and deep abasement, 

Perplexities and loss, 
Forebodings, sinkings, anguish, 

Faint shadows of Thy Cross, — 

Lead me to Thy great Future, — 

To my appointed place, 
In Thine accomplished purpose 

Of Glory and of Grace ; 
In Thy renewed creation, 

Brighter than ere its fall, 
Where Thou wilt reign forever, 

And Love be all in all. 



92 



SINK in, thou blessed sign ! 
Pass all my spirit through, 
And sever with thy sacred touch 
The hollow from the true. 

Sorrow shall wear thy badge, 

As her fair sign of hope ; 
No self-indulgent voice may say 

That grief must have full scope. 

Sickness shall own thy sway, 

With steadfast patient eye, 
Thoughtful for others, who must bear 

The weight of sympathy. 

Thou shalt restrain my soul 

'Mid the world's tempting gloss : 

Schemes, wishes, memories, all must feel 
The burden of the Cross. 

The understanding high 

Shall bow beneath thy might, 
93 



THE CROSS. 



Relinquishing its vain attempt 
To gauge the Infinite. 

Through my heart's very ground 
Thy plowshare must be driven ; 

Till all are better loved than self, 
And yet loved less than Heaven. 

And my impatient will 

Under thy yoke shall learn, 
How to be constant to one end, 

Yet yield at every turn. 

On vanity and sin 

Stamp thy broad bars of shame : 
High was my birth-right, but my life 

Deserves no meed but blame. 

Draw thy clear cutting lines 

In scorn above my pride, 
And keep me, with meek wounded heart, 

Close to the Crucified. 

Oh, can it, must it be, 

That thou wilt rule all thus? 

The Cross to Jesus was no dream : 
Shall it be so to us? 
94 



%xt gain. 

BY Thine anguish cleanse my soul, 
By Thy Passion make me whole ; 
Weak and helpless on the Tree, 
Thou didst gain the victory : 
Weak and helpless as I lie, 
Thou canst triumph, sin can die. 

Search me through, and nothing spare, 

Burn the sin out that is there. 

All that is of Thine and Thee 

Quicken into energy. 

Let Thy Love enlarge my heart, 

Deepen, soften every part. 

In the silence deep and still, 
Bind me closer to Thy Will ; 
Earthly friends are far away, 
Be Thou with me night and day : 
95 



IN PAIN. 



Earthly happiness I miss, 

Make me conscious of Heaven's bliss. 

Teach me how to guess aright, 
Of the wonders out of sight : 
Let my spirit grow more clear, 
Heavenly whispers let me hear : 
Let the veil become more thin, 
And the glory pierce within. 

Make me pure, that I may be 
Able to be one with Thee, 
And reveal Thyself, for Thou 
Art the thing I long for now. 
When the veil at last is riven, 
To behold Thee will be Heaven. 

9 6 



Poltj (Sammmiion. 

SAVIOUR, above all heavens ascended high, 
With Angels and Archangels waiting nigh, 
Yet still a wounded Lamb upon the throne, 
Still with a human heart, remembering Thine own. 

O Priest ! O Victim ! who Thy prayer dost pour 

For me, as for the ransomed gone before, 

Grant me by faith that Sacrifice to see, 

And thus my whole heart, Lord, to offer up to Thee. 

Pour out Thy Spirit on Thy Church below, 
Where Thy forgiven children humbly bow ; 
Thou whom no limit and no bound can hold, 
The secret of Thy Presence unto us unfold. 

Thine all-obedient Life, Thy Death, we plead ; 

Upon the Sacred Elements we feed : 

We mourn that night, whence most our healing 

springs, 
When thirty silver pieces bought the King of Kings ! 

97 



HOLY COMMUNION. 



Man sold Thy Life for money mean and small; 
To ransom man, the Saviour gave His all : 
We hide our faces, — would our hearts might break, 
As, prostrate at Thy Throne, the gifts of Love we 
take ! 

O Love Omnipotent ! this will of mine 

Shall yet obey Thy gentleness Divine : 

Death and Hell fall before Thee; none may say 

Where Love will pause upon its all-victorious way. 

Thou know'st I can not love Thee as I would, 

But yet abide w r ith me, my only Good ! 

The evening of my days is hastening on, 

The journey of my life must now be well-nigh done. 

The way is desert, difficult, and long, 
Temptations thicken, and the foe is strong; 
All is tumultuous and perplexing here; 
Draw up my heart where undivided Truth shines 
clear. 

To the Church Catholic that is at rest, 
In Thine own Glory perfected and blest; 

9 8 



HOLY COMMUNION. 



Whatever darkness on our path may be, 

They hold bright fellowship with the Eternal Three. 

In spirit let me share their full repose 
Their calm pure heart, in which Thine image glows ; 
Their blissful hope of joys more glorious still, 
Their deep complacency in Thine all-holy Will. 

I know Thee, Saviour ! walking at my side ; 
Through earth's last shadows be Thou still my 

Guide : 
Then, calm as ripples dying on the strand, 
Be my transition to the undefiled Land ! 

99 



TN the outskirts of the Kingdom, 
* Toiling amidst lowest things, 
God doth educate the spirit, 

Searching out its inmost springs. 

Common things have gathered meaning; 

All are charms of heavenly power, 
By His shaping, who from evil 

Causes purest good to flower. 

Words Divine, and Prayers, and Blessings, 
Sorrows, Sacraments, and Alms, 

Humble souls, with care o'er-wearied, 
Bended knees and folded palms ; 

These are working wondrous changes, 

Unperceived, except by faith, 
Gathering for the eternal Harvest 

Life from out the mass of Death. 

ioo 



THE NET 



These their wondrous web are casting, 
Unperceived, in the deep sea, 

In whose meshes float unheeding 
Those who fancy they are free ; 

Till the strong sure hand of power 
Draws them on unto the shore ; 

Lord ! Thy Net can not be broken, 
We are Thine for evermore. 

IOI 



^ssotiixtions. 

OUR hearts are overcharged with memories sweet, 
Of those whom we love best : 
Why are the memories so slow to rise, 
Of Him, earth's dearest Guest? 

We know the story, old yet ever new 

Of how He came to save, 
And dwelt as Very Man with brother-men, 

From childhood to the grave. 

And earth has tokens manifold and fair, 
Which He has touched with light; 

Memorials of his blessed Presence throng 
Forever on our sight. 

Our chequered human life, our daily food, 

The flowers along the way, 
And all the glorious and the common things, 

That meet us day by day. 
102 



ASSOCIATIONS. 



From the first early flush of rosy dawn, 

To midnight's solemn skies ; 
From the young carols of the opening Spring, 

To where the Autumn sighs; 

From the fair tender form of infant life 

We in the cradle lay, 
To where beside the bier of manhood's strength 

We cast ourselves to pray ; 

Thoughts of the Christ should rise at every turn, 

And hold us all day long : 
Alone, or when in crowds, each heart should hear 

That blessed under-song, 

Which upon Nature's harp is whispering stil, 

Its soft undying strain, 
Moving the wakeful soul with deep desire 

To see His Face again. 

O hear it, ye, on whom His gracious Hand 

Has made the sacred sign, 
The Cross of Suffering, — who have meekly bowed, 

To bear that brand Divine ; 
103 



ASSOCIATIONS. 



For pain and weakness make Him to our hearts 

Nearer and dearer seem, 
Till life becomes a story, sweet though sad, 

Of which He is the theme. 



104 



"5 



HOW heavily the evening lies, 
On aching limbs and sleepless eyes, 
And as the day gives place to night, 
The spirit seems to lose its light. 

The Past breaks loose upon the soul, 
Oppressing it beyond control ; 
While thickly, from the Future, glare 
Visions of anguish and despair. 

Conscience, and Fancy, — thoughts of all 
That most can harass, and appall, 
A strange tumultuous vigil keep ; 
And only Hope and Reason sleep. 

O troubled heart ! O fevered head ! 
There watches One beside thy bed, 
Calmer than moonlight on a flower, 
Stronger than Satan's wildest power. 
105 



NIGHT. 



He knows the Night, Who made it pass 
At first, like breath from gleaming glass, 
When at His word, " Let there be Light," 
The day-spring flashed, and all was blight. 

He knows it, Who on mountains bare 
Passed its long hours in lonely care, 
Kneeling beneath the Syrian sky, 
Pleading till dawn with the Most High. 

The hurrying night-wind round Him beat, 
The driving sea-foam swept His feet, 
-As forth He walked upon the wave, 
The tempest-tost to cheer and save. 

He knows the Night, Who felt its power 
Of darkness, in that evil hour, 
When the betrayer's torchlight shone 
On silver olive and gray stone ; 

The flight of friends, the wrath of foes, 
The weight of sin, fear's sharpest throes, 
The Accuser's voice, the cruel storm 

Of scourging on that wearied Form; 

106 



NIGHT. 



The utter shame, the Gentile's scorn, 
Denial base, the crown of thorn, 
The fiercest strain of Satan's might, — 
These came upon Him in the Night. 

He searched the Darkness through and through ; 
Its gloom, for Him, has nothing new, 
As night by night He turns us round, 
Into the shadowy outer bound. 

There, when afflicted and alone, 

O call upon that Mighty One ! 

And hold Him fast, and make Him stay, 

And bless you, till the dawn of day. 

Remember, Night has mercies too ; 
Its pains are only for the few ; 
Think upon all the peace it brings, 
Folding soft creatures in its wings. 

As wearily you toss and sigh, 
Thousands of infants sleeping lie, 
And man and beast and bird and flower, 
Grow stronger, for the midnight hour. 
107 



NIGHT. 



And if the darkness had not been, 
We never should the stars have seen, 
Or guessed that the clear azure sky- 
Veiled myriad worlds, that rolled on high. 

Then spend no more dark hours alone, 
But call upon the Mighty One ; 
And hold Him fast, and He will stay 
Until the shadows flee away. 
108 



THE sea lies like a mirror, 
All full of golden light, 
With streaks of purest chrysophrase, 
And veins of silver bright : 

The silent ships go swiftly, 
And leave no trace behind, 

The white sails spread and quiver, 
Before the gentle wind ; 

There floats one little vessel 
Just close upon the strand, 

And eager crowds before it, 
In expectation stand ; 

So floated once a vessel 

On such a glassy sea ; 
And so a crowd once gathered 

Of old in Galilee. 
109 



THE SEA-SHORE. 



For He, Whose voice had drawn them, 
Taught them from out the ship, 

And all that throng hung breathless 
Upon His eye and lip. 

And still, the words He uttered 
Can make hearts throb, and burn ; 

We still are waiting for Him ; 
When, when will He return ? 

When the world's lawless evil 
Has reached its highest tide, 

Then will the Veil star-spangled 
Draw its blue folds aside. 

Then the doors everlasting 

Lift up their heads again, 
That He may be revealed, 

Whose right it is to reign. 

" O come ! " our hearts are calling; 

" O come ! " all nature cries — 

The green earth's expectation, 

The sea's incessant sighs. 
no 



WHY will ye call it " Death's dark night ? " 
Death is the entrance into Light : 
Behind its cloudy purple gates 
The everlasting Morning waits. 

Then fear not Death, its pains, its strife, 
Its weakness — these belong to life : 
Death is the moment when they cease, 
When Christ says u Come," and all is peace. 

Once, in the silence of the night, 
A maiden lay with smiles of light, 
Her blue eyes gazing open wide, 
And a few violets by her side. 

Her mother asked her why she smiled, 
What pleasant thoughts the time beguiled ? 
She answered her with gentle breath, 
" Thoughts of the sweetness found in Death." 

Death was but as her dark-hued flowers, 

Exhaling sweetness through the hours, 

Till, ere the early dawn could be, 

She breathed into Eternity. 

in 



ORD of my nights and days ! 
•" Let my desire be, 
Not to be rid of earth, 
But nearer Thee. 

If I may nearer draw 

Through lengthened grief and pain. 
Then, to continue here, 

Must be my gain ; 

Till I have strengthened been, 

To take a wider grasp 
Of that eternal Life, 

I long to clasp ; 

Till I am so refined, 

I can the glory- bear, 
Of that excess of joy, 

I thirst to share ; 

112 



WAITING. 



Till I am meet to gaze 

On uncreated Light, 
Transformed, and perfected, 

By that new sight. 

Sorrow's long lesson o'er, 

Death's discipline gone through, 
Thou wilt unfold to me 

What Joy can do. 

Glad souls are on the wing, 

From earth to Heaven they flee : 
At last, Thine hour will come, 

To send for me. 

Reveal the mighty Love, 

That binds Thy Heart to mine : 
Thy Counsels, and my will, 

Should intertwine. 

Lord of my heart and hopes ! 

Let my desire be, 
Not to be rid of earth, 

But one with Thee. 
«3 



ONE cry of mortal anguish, 
And then the Cross He leaves, 
While Paradise the blessed, 
The Conqueror receives ; 
That bright and tranquil region 

For Christ has waited long, 

And now He treads its portals, 

Head of a glorious throng. 

Then welcomed Him, rejoicing 
The souls of all the just, 

Who, from the world's creation, 
Have died in hope, and trust ; 

Then Eve's deep expectation 
Was satisfied indeed, 

And Abraham beheld Him, 

The long-desired Seed. 
114 



PARADISE. 

Since then, a countless number, 

Soul rescued after soul, 
Have passed unceasing upward, 

Unto the heavenly goal : 
New forms of varied beauty, 

But all made like their Lord, 
The sweet and full-toned cnorus 

Of that one primal chord. 

All holy ties of kindred 

There blend and merge in one — 
The children of the Father, 

Accepted in the Son. 
Earth's long processions ending, 

There form in circles vast, 
There meet the first and latest, 

Where Time is overpast. 

They are at one for ever, 

In love intensely keen, 
With memories cleansed, yet perfect, 

And joy where shame has been : 
Their prayer now knows no languor, 

Their praise unceasing flows, 



PARADISE. 



From rapture, that still higher 
And more abounding grows. 

Their language is too mighty 

To be translated now ; 
The great Apostle heard it,* 

Yet could not make us know 
The glory of its meaning, 

The music of its tone; 
But panted for the hour 

When it should be his own. 

Panted for the " far better,"f 

The far, far better Land, 
The presence of Christ Jesus, 

The joys at His Right Hand 
For he had seen that region, 

While yet in mortal guise, 
Guest in the many mansions, 

The homes of Paradise. 



* M He was caught up into Paradise, and heard unspeak- 
able words, which it is not lawful (possible) for a man to 
utter." — 2 Cor. xii. 4. 

f Phil. i. 23. 

116 



PARADISE. 



O think of that assembly ! 

Their beauty and their peace; 
Souls perfect, yet receiving 

Love's infinite increase. 
In full illumination, 

Knowing as they are known, 
The transitory ended, 

And the imperfect flown. 

Henceforward, and forever, 

They live, live unto God ;* 
He is their source, their object, 

Their light, and their abode. 
As sea-flowers in the ocean, 

As white clouds in the air, 
He forms them and expands them, 

Is round them everywhere. 

His joy is through them spreading; 

His Will, their will sustains ; 
Joint heirs, in rich possession, 

Of Christ's eternal gains. 



St. Luke xx. 38. 

117 



PARADISE. 



With vision all unclouded, 
They see Him face to face, 

Share in His intercessions, 
And ministries of grace. 

They rest from all their labors,* 

Yet serve Him day and night : 
Their earthly forms are sleeping, 

But they, in deep delight, 
Wait for the Resurrection, 

Of Life the perfect Crown, 
The time of Restitution, 

Christ's triumph, and their own. 

From henceforth, saith the Spirit, 

Write, ".Blessed are the dead ; "— \ 
Believe that in Christ's Kingdom 

All change must higher lead : 
And when, in bitter anguish, 

You close some tender eyes, 
Doubt not they are beholding 

The King of Paradise. 



Rev. xiv. 13. \ Rev. vii. 15. 

118 



gltc %\ctXcmption of Vfxz Itotitj- 

UT of the dust, God formed man's flesh, to be 
Deathless, and fair ; 
Man sinned ; his robe of innocence was gone, 
And left him bare : 



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Exposed to every form of misery, 

Disease and pain, 
Till, when Death's cruel work is done, he turns 

To dust again. 

Death reigned, supremely, tyrannously strong, 
Four thousand years ; 

The generations of mankind went down 
Mid hopeless tears. 

At last, there fell a sound through the night air, 

The Heavens were stirred : 

But on the dull deaf earth, only a few 

Poor shepherds heard. 
119 



THE REDEMPTION OF THE BODY. 

The sky was gleaming with the wondrous light 

Of a strange Star ; 
But only three wise men perceived it there, 

And came from far. 

Yet ne'er before did such mysterious night 

Enshroud the earth ; 
For in it, this poor sinful race received 

A second birth, 

When, in the feeble dying flesh of Man, 

A Babe forlorn, 
The Life that from Eternity had been, 

In Time was born. 

So Christ became Death's subject, e'en as we, 

And freely gave 
That sacred, sinless Body to the Cross, 

And then the Grave. 

Death triumphed, and believed that on the Cross 

Life's Sceptre broke : 

But Christ arose, and Death for evermore 

Must wear His yoke ; 
120 



THE REDEMPTION OF THE BODY. 

No tyrant now, but servant, whose chief task 

Is to unbind 
The chains, by which the children of the King 

Are here confined : 

For since Christ's Body rose from out the Tomb, 
And sought the skies, 

So the whole race of man, now joined to Him, 
Like Him must rise. 

Oh ! false ungrateful words, to call the Grave 
Man's long last Home ! 

'Tis but a lodging, held from week to week, 
Till Christ shall come. 

It is a store, of which Christ keeps the key, 

Where in each cell 
Are laid, in hope, the vestments of the souls 

He loves so well : 

And when He comes, upon His marriage morn, 

In light arrayed, 
He will invest His own in those same forms, 

All glorious made. 

121 



THE REDEMPTION OF THE BODY. 

O Saviour of the Body Mystical — 

Of flesh and blood, 
Which can not enter into Life, but through 

Jordan's dark flood — 

Save us, for we are Thine by bond and pledge : 

To Thee we trust 
That which we hold most precious, when we say, 

" Dust unto dust." 

122 



(SatTicvetl "glovotvs. 

RING out, sweet Flowers, from your blue shining 
bells, 
The hidden fragrance of the deep green dells ; 
While, mingling with each fresh and woodland tone, 
Come lights and shadows from Life's spring-time 

flown. 
The body may in chains of weakness be, 
But the unfettered Fancy still is free ; 
Free to roam out along a thousand ways, 
Where the wind travels, and the sunlight strays : 
To wander after each gay breeze that calls, 
And leap with all the leaping waterfalls, 
Or dream enchanted, as the soft air stirs 
A sea-like murmur in yon belt of firs. 

Shall we complain, if for a little while 

He hides us from the light of Nature's smile ? 

If, held apart within some silent room, 

Sore pain or weakness curtain us with gloom ? 

It is but that our souls may nearer grow 

Unto the Heart whence Nature's glories flow. 

123 



GA THE RED FLO WERS. 



O Heart of Jesus ! whence all flowers have birth, 

Whence come the sweet sounds of this lovely earth, 

And birds have beauty, and young things their mirth : 

O Heart ! whence the Baptismal waters flow, 

And the celestial Food by which we grow, — 

That fills all chalices with that true Wine 

Which maketh glad the heart, with health divine, 

And is the sad soul's only Anodyne, — 

Thou through Thy riven side hast made a way 

For wanderers to return, who widely stray ; 

For chiefest mourners to obtain relief, 

Who gaze on Thy diviner depth of grief, 

For Light and Immortality to come, 

Bright as the Spring flowers, from their winter tomb. 

Lord, if Thy Wounds have filled the world with peace, 
What shall Thy Joy do, when all sin shall cease, 
And the new earth shall yield her full increase ! 

124 



n^HERE'S a sighing in the poplars, 
■■■ As the clouds of evening weep, 
And a sadness and a shiver 

Upon my spirit creep : 
For all that makes up summer 

Is now so quickly flown ; 
The short days die so early, 

And darkness settles down. 

But I'm waiting for the Morning 

When the light shall come again, 
The pure and perfect shining, 

That cometh after rain ; 
The bright and blessed Morning, 

When I shall wake refreshed, 
And in immortal garments 

Shall royally be dressed. 
1 25 



AFTER DARK. 



I have been so impatient 

To gain a higher state, 
And have asked my Lord to help me; 

But He always answers, " Wait." 
And I know He must be wisest, 

Who would have me love Him best ; 
And at last I shall be contrite 

When I sink upon His breast. 

But my lamp will burn so dimly, 

Though I trim it up with care ; 
It seems almost extinguished, 

In this heavy midnight air : 
And waiting makes me sleepy, 

And faint with hope deferred : 
What if I am not ready, 

When the sudden cry is heard ? 

Yet I'm longing for the Morning 
When the marriage bells shall ring; 

For the great shout and the trumpet 
That shall proclaim our King; 

For the flight of utter rapture. 
To meet Him in the air, 
126 



AFTER DARK. 



For the band of radiant faces 
That I know will all be there. 
* * * * 

Sigh then, ye winds of autumn, 

Ye clouds of autumn weep, 
And let a passing sadness 

Across my spirit sweep. 
What though my life's short summer 

Is all too quickly flown, 
What though the days die early, 

And darkness settles down : — 

I am waiting for the Morning 

When the light shall come again, 
The pure and perfect shining 

That cometh after rain ; 
For that transcendent Morning, 

When I shall wake refreshed, 
And in immortal garments 

Shall royally be dressed. 
127 



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|0mt 

H TTOME, home," she cried exulting, 

* A " Death is a glorious Birth," 
Then gently slipped her shackles, 

And sprang away from earth : 
The Angels caught her softly, 

And bore her up the steep ; 
The gold gates closed behind her, 

And we remain to weep. 

Ah ! would she so advise us, 

Could she lean from out the blue ? 

And that sweet voice steal o'er us, 
Refreshing as the dew ? 

" Weep ye that I have entered 
My Father's House above, 

And, resting from all sorrow, 

Am perfected in love ! " 
128 



HOME. 



M Beside my grave, O weep not ! 

Nor say I'm lying there; 
Turn up your faces heavenwards, 

Into the sun-lit air ; 
Think how I'm far above you 

In ' Everlasting Spring,' 
In the Imperial City, 

And presence of the King." 

" Lost in His light of glory, 

For which He made me meet, 
'I rest in adoration 

Down at His sacred Feet ; 
From the wasting of long sickness, 

From the weariness of life, 
From throes of helpless pity, 
And the useless din of strife ; " 

" From the burning shame of finding 

A traitor deep within, 

From battles long with error, 

And struggles fierce with sin, 

From the haunting of sweet voices, 

That through my spirit rang, 
129 



HOME. 



From walking in waste places, 
And life's long hunger-pang ; " 

" From wounding misconstructions, 

From unappeased claims, 
From unsuccessful labors, 

From disappointed aims, — 
From all these He has freed me 

By His victorious Hand ; 
Will not ye, too, then hasten 

To this Immortal Land ? " 

" The trumpet note of Welcome 
Is always on the blast, 
It has no time to die away, 

The souls come in so fast : 
Then faint not ye, Beloved, 

But let hope conquer sorrow, 
These golden gates shall open 
To let you in to-morrow." 
I 3° 



TDEWAIL not thou thyself with restless haste, 
U Nor say, God lets thy life run all to waste. 
Thou hast thyself to master, and subdue : 
No easy work, methinks, for thee to do. 
For His own Court, God will thy soul prepare ; 
And jewels for the Crown are cut with care. 

Say not, all useful work thou art denied : 
Behold, Chrises Censer waiteth at thy side, 
He, in compassion, lets it down to thee ; 
Heap on thine incense, heap it full and free. 

Pray for thy Friends : that every deed of love 
May be received and registered above ; 
Kind words and patient ways and soft regards, 
All turned in heaven to stores of rich rewards. 
Pray for the Sick, who suffer in all lands, 
God's prisoners, laid in bonds by His own hands 
That on them all His likeness He would trace, 
And grant them special offices of grace ; 

131 



USELESSNESS. 



That they, through languor, may not cease to care 

For occupations they no longer share ; 

But that by prayer and sympathy and smile, 

The burdens of the weary they beguile. 

For kind Physicians plead — that as our Lord 

Trusts them with works of healing, at His Word 

Each one may bring to Him his own sick soul, 

To be by Him forgiven, and made whole. 

Pray for crowned heads, with all their weight of 
care ; 
For broken hearts, and all the sorrows there : 
For widows, orphans, solitaries, wives, 
For heartless homes, where Love nor lives nor 

thrives : 
That all the women of this English land 
May be a steadfast, noble, saintly band, 
Seeking, in all, less to be great than good, 
Fashioned after God's type of womanhood. 
Remember Statesmen, and all master minds, 
Priests, Poets, Teachers, Rulers of all kinds ; 
That all Christ's Messengers be channels true, 
'Twixt us and God, with Whom we have to do : 
That they may choose the right — nor fear the strong, 

Nor from base love of Mammon crown the wrong. 

132 



USELESSNESS. 



Plead for the wanderers from Christ's fold who stray, 
For those who know it not, nor know the way : 
For the whole race which He has made His own, 
For which He intercedes before the Throne. 
All useful work, O heart ! art thou denied, 
While this great Censer waiteth at thy side ? 
Heap on thine incense, heap it full and free ; 
He, when He offers it, will think of thee. 

Thou art too weak to pray ? — then, spirit, rest : 
Lie where Saint John lay, on thy Master's breast ; 
He knows thy weakness, understands each sigh, 
The yearnings of thy heart, its voiceless cry. 
A child who knows not why, nor whence its pains, 
But meekly lies, and frets not nor complains, 
Is as a dewy flower, that breathes at even 
A perfume sweet, into the heart of Heaven. 
Lie childlike thou, and ask not whence, nor why ; 
Lie still, and hear thy Saviour's lullaby. 

133 



JESUS Merciful ! bend down 
In Thy compassions deep, 
As sleepless and alone I lie, 
And watch beside me keep. 

There is a holier, sweeter rest, 
Than the lulling of this pain ; 

And a deeper calm than that which Sleep 
Sheds over heart and brain. 

It is the soul's surrendered choice, 

The settling of the Will, 
Lying down gently on the Cross 

God's purpose to fulfill. 

For this I need Thy Presence, Lord, 
My hand held close in Thine :* 



* Isaiah xli. 13. 

134 



REST. 



Infuse now through my spirit faint, 
An energy divine. 

Feed me with Love, imprint on me 
Thine awful kiss of Peace : 

Let me be still upon Thy Breast, 
Nor struggle for release. 

And sanctify my weakness, Lord ; 

Nature's extreme distress 
Is just the time when it may learn 

God's glory to express. 

Stamp in, O God, at any cost, 
The likeness of Thy Son ! 

Filial submission to Thy Will 
Is heaven itself begun. 

135 



ORD, I had planned to do Thee service true, 
■" To be more humbly watchful unto prayer, 
More faithful in obedience to Thy Word, 
More bent to put away all earthly care. 

I thought of sad hearts comforted and healed, 
Of wanderers turned into the pleasant way, 
Of little ones preserved from sinful snare, 
Of dark homes brightened with a heavenly ray ; 

Of time all consecrated to Thy Will, 
Of strength spent gladly for Thee, day by day, — 
When suddenly the heavenly mandate came, 
That I should give it all, at once, away. 

Thy blessed Hand came forth, and laid me down, 

Turned every beating pulse to throbs of pain, 

Hushed all my prayers into one feeble cry 

Then bid me to believe, that loss was gain. 

136 



OFFERINGS. 

And was it loss, to have indulged such hopes ? 
Nay, they were gifts, from out the Inner Shrine,- 
Garlands, that I might hang about Thy Cross, 
Gems, to surrender at the call Divine. 

As chiselled image unresisting lies 

In niche by its own Sculptor's hand designed, 

So, to my unemployed and silent life, 

Let me in quiet meekness be resigned. 

If works of Faith, and labors sweet of Love, 
May not be mine, yet patient Hope can be 
Within my heart, like a bright censer's fire, 
With incense of thanksgiving mounting free. 

Thou art our Pattern, to the end of time, 
O Crucified ! and perfect is Thy Will ; 
The workers follow Thee in doing good : 
The helpless think of Calvary, and are still. 

137 



r\ PAIN perpetual ! wearing strength away, 
" While spirits flag, and fail, 

And all the many-colored hues of life 
Have faded, and grown pale. 

O thoughts unwedded to the deeds ye seek ! 

Life that all fruitless seems — 
Long dull inaction, yet without repose ; 

All feeling, fear, and dreams ! 

'Tis thine infirmity, impatient soul : 

Remember now the years 
That are at God's right Hand, and cast away 

Thy grievances, and fears. 

Think of the infinite abyss of peace 

In which thy lot shall be, 
Where ages are but ripples that run o'er 

Eternity's deep Sea. 

138 



WEARINESS. 



Give thou God leisure to prepare thee for 

That destiny sublime, 
When e'en with lifeless things His Hand works on, 

Unheeding space and time. 

Listen ! borne inland from the rocky coast, 

Comes the wild voice of waves, 
Which for uncounted centuries have toiled 

Among the deep sea-caves. 

This ray, from yon fair star serenely bright, 

Now broken in thy tears, 
Had traveled onwards, ere it reached thine eyes, 

For sixty thousand years f 

When times and spaces of such vast extent 

Before thy thoughts combine, 
Into a momentary pang shrinks up 

This long, long pain of thine. 

Then, if thy weary heart recoils, and faints 

At such high wondrous ways, 
Turn where the great Creator bears a life 

Which thou canst count by days. 
139 



WEARINESS. 



A few hours' Agony, the Bloody Sweat 

From that shrunk Form has wrung ; 

And a few more have brought Him to the Cross, 
To die when He was young. 

Strive thou in soul to sympathize with Him, 

The infinitely great ; 
For He has stooped to understand, and share, 

The weakness of thy state. 

Give thanks ; the Lord is patient ; He will work 

A perfect work in thee : 
And grudge no time to make thee fit to bear 

Joy for Eternity. 

140 



<5oa^3XtgIxt 

GOOD-NIGHT, Good-night ! the dreams of earth 
are ended, 
Its glory and its passion passed away, 
And a new sense, of joy and terror blended, 

Holds all my heart in its resistless sway : 
The things of Time are fading from my eyes, 
The Unseen encircles me with strange surprise. 

When I look back upon the way I've wandered, 

The wasted energies, the time misspent, 
Wealth, hopes, affections, all too often squandered, 

That might have been to Heaven before me sent, 
My strength is turned to weakness at the sight ; 
The time for toil is past : Good-night, Good-night ! 

There is one only hope for souls repenting, 
With heart and work, alas ! all incomplete ; 

It is the Cross, which spans both worlds, presenting 
A pathway sure for the most feeble feet ; 

141 



GOOD-NIGHT. 



I see it now, outspread in all its might ; 
Who trusts that Bridge is safe : Good-night, Good- 
night ! 

Prepare me, then, Beloved, the Food Immortal, 
To strengthen me upon my wondrous way, 

And go thou with me to the furthest portal, 
To which companion footsteps yet may stray ; 

Then hide thine eyes, with their soft pleading light, 

For I depart alone : Good-night, Good-night ! 

Let those dear lips yet once, once more caress me, 
Then pause awhile until the Morn shall come ; 

For when with eager joy again they press me, 
'Twill be within our Father's House, our Home, 

Among His gathered children, pure and bright, 

Within the Land where there is no more Night. 

142 



GONE, gone — but gone before ! 
Silent thy name 
Upon the lips where once 
Its music came. 

Now the sweet cadence falls 

On heavenly air, 
Angels are sounding those 

Syllables fair. 

Gone, gone — but gone before ! 

No tears can rise, 
To dim the light of those 

Immortal eyes. 

Nevermore cloud can pass, 

Or stain endure, 
Upon thy soul redeemed, 

Perfect and pure. 
143 



GONE BEFORE. 



High amid star-like saints, 
Radiant and calm, 

Girded with golden harp, 

Bearing green palm : 

Bend from the battlements 
Thy shining brow ; 

O thou Beloved One, 

Watch for me now ! 

Almost I see thee, thou 
Seemest so nigh, 

When I look trustfully 
Up to God's sky ; 

To the pale tender blue, 

Rippled all o'er, 
With the ribbed cloudlets, like 

Sands on a shore. 

Oh ! could I drive my bark 

In on that tide, 

Leap on the golden sands, 

Spring to thy side ! — 
144 



GONE BEFORE. 



They who are one in Christ, 
Hid in His heart, 

Death can not sever, nor 
Hold long apart. 

Soon they clasp hands again. 

All partings o'er, 
Where the Life-Giver has 

Gone on before. 
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5 c it t Ti ♦ 

MOURNERS, call not that a Home, 
Over whose threshold Death can come ! 
Call it a sacred shrine for prayer, 
A sphere for love, and duty fair, 
A place in which to train Man's heart 
For sympathy to do its part ; 
But oh ! wherever Death can come, 
In mercy call not that a Home. 

Yet Death is kinder than of old, 

E'en though he still must rob the fold : 

He stands beside the quiet Dead, 

Points an entire life outspread, 

A character in all complete, 

A written history most sweet, 

That we may muse upon it well, 

And to our sinking spirits tell 

How faith and hope had guided on, 

Until the latest fears were gone ; 

Until God's Image was displayed, 

And saintly Patience perfect made. 
146 



DBA TH. 



Death's final seal is deep imprest, 
On thoughts and memories so blest ; 
It can be only when we slight 
The value of their tender light, 
And of their onward guiding ray, 
That we can e'er refuse to say, 
Although it be with failing breath, 
" O fearful and yet gentle Death ! 
Take from us our Beloved away, 
We would not, could not, bid them stay, 
None other can teach love like thee, 
Love to endure eternally." — 

Joy too, Death's Angel brings to light, 
Unto the purged and steadfast sight. 
Oh ! not for mighty temples planned, 
Or finished work by Genius spanned, — 
Not for the lights of sunset skies, 
Glories o'erflooding heart and eyes, — 
Not for a long desired birth, 
Or for that fairest lot of €arth, 
When equal hearts in union blest 
Are met for evermore at rest, 
Can we rejoice with joy so pure, 
So calmly certain to endure, 
147 



DEA TH. 



As when an unrepeated sigh, 
Then a deep stillness brooding nigh, 
Tells that the unchained soul has flown 
There, where before her prayers had gone, 
Home, from this scene of grief and wars, 
Home, blue and high, beyond the stars. 
Then, strong in patience, we can wait, ( 
E'en at the Grave's unclosing gate, 
While, deep within, Death plants our seed ; 
For we are then most sure indeed, 
That Spring's bright day will bring the hour, 
When our immortal plant shall flower. 

Sad and faint-hearted ! Courage then ! 
And struggle on like earnest men ; 
Those closed and seeming sleeping eyes 
Are watching you from out the skies. 
The Past — into God's sight is gone, 
The day now Present — fleeteth on ; 
What of the Future ? — O my King, 
The endless Hallelujahs ring 
Within the Home that Thou hast found, 
Where Love and Life at last are crowned ! 
148 



ZTcsolittiou, 

" But Thou remainest." 

OGOD, this grief is more 
Than I can bear alone. 
My heart seems suddenly to have become 
A cold crushed stone — 

Till, touched with rapid shocks 
Of Memory's keen pain, 
It plunges in strong agony, to fall 
Down cold again. 

Lord, why such cruel wrath, 
Hard to be understood ? 
How can it be that it is sent in Love ? 
That Thou art good ? 

I am so new to pain, 

To gloom and to despair ; 
149 



DESOLA TION. 



Where is the heart on which my life has leaned, 
O where ? O where ? 

For this world, all is lost ; 

Blessings and gifts may come, 
But all my happiness has passed away 
Into the tomb. 



Ah, no ! — not in the tomb ! 

Forgive my want of faith ! 
Thou know'st how hard it is to grasp the thought 
Of Life through Death. 

It was not him they left 

In the grave's cloister sealed : 
That was his shadow — he had soared away 
Where welcomes pealed. 

He is at rest with Thee ; 

And though no tidings come 
From out that region very far away, 
It is our Home. 

Yes, yes, he is with Thee — 

But Thou art with me too ; — 

150 



.. 



DESOLA TIOiV. 



Then must the distances that 'twixt us lie 
Be very few. 

Come, then, poor struggling heart, 
Give thyself up to God ! 
Gaze back into the Man of Sorrows' face ! 
Tread where He trod ! 

Along His royal road 

Of consecrated grief, 
Which He endured unto the Cross for us, 
Nor found relief. 

Saviour, beneath that Cross 
In helplessness I cling, 
Trusting no more to arm of flesh, but now 
Be Thou my King. 

O keep me close to Thee, 

When the quick shifting throng 
Of earthly cares oppress my heart and brain 
For Thou art strong. 

Be with me when I faint 

Beneath my weight of woe ; 
151 



DESOLA TION. 



For Thou the secret mysteries of grief 
Alone dost know. 

Hold me through life, through death, 
Until to Thee I come ; 
For Thou wilt show to me the path of life 
Thou art my Home. 
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^ctf-tlccUcatimL 

CLOSE those white eyelids — kiss them — then obey : 
Duty's behests must meet with no delay; 
Lay down thy memories, thy hopes most fair, 
And let the Past be all extinguished there ; 
Extinguished for a moment, but to rise 
Bright and immortal, in Love's native skies ; 
Extinguished for a moment, that thy pain 
May die forever, and pure joy remain. 

Look up ! Heaven's gate upon its silent hinge 
Is quickly closing — yet a gleaming fringe 
Of Glory edges the still open door ; 
Send in thine heart — swift — and for evermore. 
Be His alone, Who died to win thy love ; 
Be His, all His, Who pleads for thee above : 
Work with Him meekly as His hands unwind 
The tangled web, that Earth has round thee twined ; 
Work for Him truly in Life's daily task, 
And what the future hides, nor fear nor ask ; 

153 



SELF-DEDICA TION. 



Seek His Will only — leave to Him the rest, 
And toil or suffer, as shall please Him best. 

Look onwards! — Hush ! — the Marriage is complete, 

The banquet is prepared, the Virgins meet : 

The Angels' snowy, opal-tinted wings 

Are folded, and the Harpers hush their strings, 

As stands the Bridegroom, Conqueror, King, and 

Priest, 
To pour His benediction on the Feast. 
The Bride, adoring, thinks upon that hour, 
Ere her Lord gave Himself to Death's dark power, 
When at that Passover He lifted up 
His eyes to heaven, and having given the Cup, 
He said : " O Father, I Thy work have done, 
Into Thy glory now recall Thy Son : 
I will that she I ransom as My Bride 
Be with Me, in My glory at Thy side."* 
And the strong might of that prevailing Prayer 
Has brought her to His Throne and Glory there ; 
Uplift the trumpets, wake the harpstrings now, 
And let the voice of many waters flow. 



* St. John xvii. 4, 5, 24. 

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SOFT, soft and tender, be the sorrow, 
Tears full of sunlight o'er the ground 
Wherein that infant form lies sleeping, 
A short sleep, till the Trumpet sound. 

It is the light of Heaven that hides him ; 

Life, and not Death, has come between : 
O Christ, there lieth in Thy bosom 

A baby that in ours has been. 

He will grow up among the angels, 
Upon " the hidden manna " feed, 

And by the streams of living waters 
They will his tender footsteps lead. 

Weep on ! but let it be for gladness, 
Tears full of sunlight o'er the ground 

Wherein that infant form lies sleeping, 
A short sleep, till the Trumpet sound. 
i5S 



My silence and my solitude 
I offer up to Thee. 
Lord, where the glad Hosannas sound, 
Wilt Thou not think of me ? 

Oh, many the foundations are 

Of Thy fair City tall, 
And many are the gates of pearl 

Set in the jasper wall. 

And many are the Mansions there, 

And many are the feet 
Upon the jeweled pavements, where 

The saved and happy meet. 

A little while, and shall I be 
One of that radiant throng ? 

A little while, and shall I join 
Their everlasting song ? 

A little while — O throbbing heart, 
Then surely thou canst wait 

A little while, and learn to be 
Serene, though desolate. 

156 



YET one more strain of joy and triumph holy, 
For a new work achieved and victory won ; 
Another vessel in the Haven anchored, 
Another warfare well and nobly done. 

Yet one more flag is on the ramparts floating, 
Yet one more footstep on the Crystal Sea, 
Another harp has joined the "many waters," 
Another soul, the Kingdom of the Free. 

O Lord our God, we give Thee thanks unfeigned, 
For our Beloved who walk with Thee in white, 
F/cn though our path below must now be shaded 
By heavy clouds, that hide them from our sight. 

And, Lord, that love which Thou hast given us for 

them, 
We weeping offer, to be kept on high, 
iTJntil the Day when we shall worship with them, 
Entranced amid the splendors of the sky. 

157 



THANKSGIVING. 



Teach them to love us now, with heavenly fullness, 
To pray for us, who in this desert roam ; 
O send them to the threshold to receive us, 
When we, too, go to dwell with Thee at home. 

And shall we see each radiant face reflecting 
The light that to Incarnate Love belongs ? 
And hear those voices, rapturously blending 
With thousand times ten thousand angel-songs ? 

But oh ! not now ; yet, yet awhile we linger, 
Till weaned from life's uncured idolatry, 
Till with unfaltering truth our hearts can whisper, 
" Whom have we, Lord, in all that heaven, but Thee ! " 

158 



BE Thou my Alpha ! Other Lords than Thou 
Erewhile have ruled this sinful soul of mine, 
But now I wholly turn to Thee, and say, 
Lord, I am Thine. 

Thou art my First, O Lord ! — my highest choice ! 
My will has yielded to Thee, and found rest ; 
By many a token sure Thou teachest me, 
I love Thee best. 

When evening clouds hang clustering round the sun, 
And sad sweet memories make my heart their prey, 
It swells again exultant at the thought 
Of that great Day, 

When Thou wilt come with clouds, that shall have 

caught 
New and surpassing glories from Thy light ; 
The light that then shall rise for evermore, 
Nor sink in night. 
159 



ALPHA. 

And Music, in its mystery and power, 
That erewhile would have steeped my heart in tears, 
Now breathes a promise through its aching depths, 
Qf those bright years. 

That are at Thy right hand in Joy's own home, 
Where the eternal Anthem never dies, 
But ebbs and flows, where Music's hidden spring 
In Glory lies. 



All Nature, that before seemed one deep dream 
Of beauty, steeped in sorrow, now doth ring 
With earnest voices of expectant joy, 
That call their King. 

O wounded but undying Love ! we feel 
Thy veiled Presence is amongst us here : 
Unto the longing eyes that seek Thee now, 
Shine out more clear : 

Rule me, my Lord ! that love may be confirmed 

By glad obedience, and by service due ; 

Let me be pliant underneath Thy Hand, 

Meek, docile, true. 
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^tpTxa atxtl ©mega. 

ALPHA and Omega ! 
Be Thou my First and Last 
The Source whence I descend, 
The Joy to which I tend, 
When earth is past. 

Open my waking eyes, 
And fill them with Thy light; 
For Thee each plan begun, 
In Thee each duty done, 
Close them at night. 

Enfold me when asleep ; 

Let soft dews from above 
Refresh the long day's toil, 
Wash off the worldly soil, 

And strengthen love. 
e6i 



ALPHA AND OMEGA. 



Men speak of Four Last Things ; 

Death, and the Judgment Hall, 
Hell, and the Heaven so fair : 
But Thou, O Lord, art there, 

Beyond them all. 

There is no "last" with Thee, 

But only our last sins, 

Last sorrows, and last tears, 
Last sicknesses, last fears ; — 

Then Joy begins : 

Joy without bound or end, 
Concentric circles bright, 

Spreading from round Thy Throne, 

Flowing from Thee alone, 

Love ! O Light ! ' 

Lay Thy right Hand of Power 
In blessing on my brow ; 

Heaven's keys are in Thy Hand, 

Its portals open stand ; 

1 fear not now. 

162 



ALPHA AND OMEGA. 



Lead Thou me gently in, 

Thou Who through Death hast passed ; 

Then bring me to Thy Throne, 

For Thee I seek alone, 
My First and Last. 
163 



THE REMAINING VERSES ARE ADDED 

AT THE 

REQUEST OF SOME FRIENDS. 



fXltxaovizdB. 

r PHIS life is but a school-time, 
■■■ In which we learn to love 
The friends we see around us, 
The unseen God above. 

Some learn by active service, 
Others, in grief and pain ; 

Some seem to reap in gladness, 
The rest, to toil in vain. 

The great thing is, to study 
To seek our Lord in all : 

His great Love to remember, 
Whatever may befall. 

We know the blessed story, 
Of how He came to save, 

And lived as Man amongst us 
From childhood to the grave. 

165 



MEMORIALS. 



And Earth has now her tokens, 
That He has touched with light ; 

Memorials of His kindness 
Are ever in our sight. 

The Pillows 1 that we rest on, 
The Hairs 2 upon our head, 

The Basin 3 of clear water, 
The Towel 4 fair outspread : 

Our raiment of White Linen, 5 
The Well 6 beside the way, 

Our Basket 7 and our Money, 8 
Our Children 9 at their play : 

The little Sparrows 10 feeding, 

The Wind 11 that strews the grain, 

The Shepherd 1 * gently leading 
His lambs along the lane : 



1 St. Mark iv. 38. 6 St. Luke xxiii. 53. • St. Matt. ii. it ; 

2 St. Matt. x. 30. * St. John iv. 6. xviii. 2. 

■ St. John xui. 4, 5. 7 St. John vi. 13. 10 St. Matt. x. 29. 

< Ibid. 8 St. Luke xx. 24. » St. John iii. 8. 



2 St. John x. 14 



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MEMORIALS. 



The patient Ass 1 at labor, 

The Cattle in the stall, 2 
The Cock 3 at morning crowing, 

The Dove's 4 voice at nightfall : 

The gleaming of the Fire 5 

Whose warmth is round us spread, 
The broiled Fish 6 and the Honey, 7 

The little Loaves of Bread : 8 

The Boats 9 upon the Water, 
The Fishers 10 on the shore, — 

These things remind us of Him, 
These, and a hundred more. 

And Stars 11 are all the dearer, 
For that one wanderer bright, 

That shone of old at Bethlehem, 
Upon the Wise Men's sight. 



1 St. Matt. xxi. 2. 5 St. John xxi. 9. • St. Matt. xiv. 32. 

* St. Luke ii. 7. • St. Luke xxiv. 42. 10 St. Luke v. 2. 

3 St. Luke xxii. 60, 61. 7 Ibid. » St. Matt. ii. 9, 10. 

4 St. John ii. 16. 8 St. John vi. 11. 

167 



MEMORIALS. 



The jeweled lights of Sunset, 1 

The glory of the Dawn, 2 
The snowy Clouds 3 of Heaven, 

The Flowers 4 upon the lawn : 

The wild Sea's 6 tossing splendor, 
Of green and crested waves, 

The firmly planted Mountain, 6 
Its silent rocky Caves : 7 

The voice of Sighs and Weeping, 8 
The Bier 9 where lies the Dead, — 

These speak to us of Jesus, 
Of words that He has said. 

And pain and weakness make Him 
Nearer and dearer seem, 

Till life becomes a story 
Of which He is the theme. 



1 St. Matt. xvi. 2. 4 St. Luke xii. 27. 8 St. Mark vii. 34 ; 

2 St. John xxi. 4 ; 6 St. Mark vi. 48. St. John xi. 35. 

Rev. xxii. 16, 8 St. Luke vi. 12. 9 St. Luke vii. 14. 

s Acts i. 9. T St. Mark xv. 46. 

168 



MEMORIALS. 



When Nurses 1 gently tend us, 

When Friends hold out their hands, 5 

When kind Physicians 3 cheer us, 
Or Priest with Chalice 4 stands : 

In each we may discover 

The likeness of our Lord, 
Who soothes our bed of sickness 

According to His word. 5 



O then, in joy or sorrow, 
Whatever may befall, 

Let us our Lord remember, 
And see His Love in all. 



1 St. Mark i. 31. 3 St. Matt. viii. 16, 17. 

2 St. Mark viii. 23. 4 St. Matt. xxvi. 27. 

6 Psalm xli. 3. 

169 



n^HE Day is dying fast away, 
■*■ Beneath the clouds of vapor gray, 
And the bleak wind, and driving rain, 
"Rattle against the window-pane, 
And uncouth shadows rise and fall, 
Thrown by the fire-light on the wall, 
While my thoughts wander to and fro, 
Among the Twilights long ago. 

That pleasant pause ! — too dark for sight, 

Too soon to have the candle-light : 

The children safely laid in bed, 

Soft quiet in the small homestead, 

Only the kettle's fireside song, 

Or murmurs, from the outward throng, 

As quietly I used to wait, 

And watch the sparks fall from the grate. 

The footsteps passed along the street, 

Until those came I sprang to meet ; 
170 



TWILIGHT. 

Then the strong arm was round my waist, 

And loving words my spirit braced ; 

As we talked over all the day, 

My weariness soon fled away : — 

O tears, keep back ! you shall not swell : 

'Twas God Who took him — all is well. 

A little longer, — I shall feel 

That arm once more around me steal, 

And hold me in a long embrace, 

Where sin and sorrow have no place : 

There, God Who gave him to be mine 

Shall fill us full of Life Divine, 

And of His pleasures, from their river, 

Our souls shall drink, and drink forever ! 

A little longer, trembling heart ! 

Let earth, and earthly joys depart : 

A few more days, revolving slow, 

Let a few Twilights come, and go, 

Till life's appointed course is run, 

And Grace its mighty work has done ; 

Then, O my Saviour, let me be 

At home in Heaven, at home with Thee. 
171 



©u tlxc gcattt of ix ClxUd 

WITH tears we might not steep 
Thy calm and placid brow, 
Thy gleaming golden hair 
Shading a cheek too fair, 
Like sunbeams upon snow. 

Beautiful ransomed clay ! 

That calm was not of sleep : 
It was the deep repose 
Of a young life's last close ; 

We knew, yet might not weep, — 

But knelt beside thy couch, 

In silent agony ; 

All sin and pain were fled, 

.Death's Angel o'er thee shed 

A spotless purity. 
172 



ON THE BE A TH OF A CHILD. 



All strewn with lilies pale, 

And robed in purest white, 
In the still chamber thou, 
With prayer and secret vow, 
Wast laid that mournful night. 

Thy life's short sorrows past, 

Bright one, thou art at rest ; 
From our deep aching love, 
Called to thy Home above, 
Thy Saviour's holy breast ; 

He Whose dear Name had power 
To cheer thy soul in death, 

Lighting thy radiant eye, 

Winning a soft reply 

From thy last trembling breath. 

Therefore we may not weep, 

Because our prayers are heard : 
From sin's deep bitterness 
And the world's wilderness, 
Flown is our dove-like Bird. 
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OH ! what a gift of melody there lies 
In that dear voice, whose low lamenting tone, 
Amid the other voices that arise, 

Wins all my heart to hear its song alone, 
Pouring its music through the general strain, 
Like a fresh stream unmingled with the main. 

• 
E'en thus it rolled its tender tumult on, 

The Gloria Patri's solemn gladness through, 
Sweet as the last notes of a dying swan, 

Mournful as unrequited love, and true, 
Till, as the Amen fell upon my ear, 
It steadied into music strong and clear. 

What d-eep emotions to my heart were brought, 
By the submissive cadence of that word ! 

The holy service fixed no more my thought, 
And e'en that Pastoral voice spoke on unheard, 

174 



TO 



# * •* 



As thy life's vanished years came thronging fast, 
And, in processioned train, before me passed. 

God's glory, through long ages, in a flood 

Its boundless splendors in vast billows rolled ; 

Yet thee, a thing of yesterday, His blood 
Bought at a costliness of price untold, 

That thou, frail creature, by His grace should'st be 

A crown and trophy of His victory. 

He polishes the jewel year by year, 

With ceaseless care, and chisel sharp and keen, 
Shedding Paternal drops of pity clear, 

Where the hot edges of the blade have been, 
That thou may'st shine a fair transcendent gem, 
Forever, in Jehovah's diadem. 

He wills, His glory should by thee be shown, 
Thy patient cheerfulness, thy quiet faith, 

Thy heavy cross borne silently alone, 

In His dear steps Who loved thee to the death. 

'Ah ! is it difficult to say, Amen, 

With sweet unhesitating voice again ? 

175 



TO *** 



Is not each deed of love, each thankful thought, 
Each secret prayer and uncomplaining sigh, 

Each holy act in self-denial wrought, 
A Gloria Patri, that is heard on high 

By Him Who quenched the light that on thee shone, 

That thou might'st sun thee in His Love alone ? 

He is thy Father — and thy heart can tell 
The deep, deep meaning of that holy word ; 

A Father from Whose blessed lips " Farewell " 
Shall never through Eternity be heard : 

By Him were all thy fine affections given ; 

Return them now, all sanctified, to Heaven. 

Oh ! in unshaken trust on Him depend ; 

Let Hope's sure anchor through the veil be cast : 
Soon shall these bitter struggles have an end, 

This weary-heartedness shall soon be past ; 
And thou and thy lost treasure shall above 
Dwell in the calmness of untroubled love. 

176 



I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto 
thee, Fear not, I will help thee." 

FEAR not, for I am here, 
To hold thy trembling hand, 
To lead thee through the coming year, 
On to the better land. 

Yes ! I am with thee now, 

To watch that ransom'd heart, 

To see how in its woe 
It will perform its part. 

Do not I know the thoughts 

That crowd across thy brain, 

Whose sinking soul was once 

Susceptible to pain ? 
177 



HIS PRESENCE. 



My unforgotten child, 

Have I not prayed and wept, 
And through the silent night 

A lonely vigil kept ? 

Implicitly resign 

Into My care thy soul ; 
These hands, that wounded thee, 

Can they not make thee whole ? 

On other hopes than Me 

Thou hast leaned long, and hard : 
They broke, and pierced thy spirit ; 

They were not thy reward. 

Then rouse thee, fearful one, 
And turn those downcast eyes 

To where prophetic flashes 
In the far East arise. 

So shalt thou calmly venture 
On through the wilderness, 

Safe in My guiding power, 
My matchless tenderness. 

i 7 8 



HIS PRESENCE. 



O Sealed for Life Eternal, 
What mark is on thy brow ? 

The Cross of Him who suffer'd 
For thee, and with thee now. 

Fear not, thy Captain whispers 
The conflict may be hard, 

But I am thy Deliverer, 

Thy Shield and thy Reward. 
179 



SPEAK not to her of the Past !— that word 
Is fraught with sense of pain; 
Tis like a song of home, in exile heard, 

An old familiar strain, 
That makes us pause in sadness, 

And silently depart 
To listen to its melody, 
With undivided heart. 

O speak not to her of the Past, nor bear 

The weary wandering dove, 
In the cold winter's melancholy air, 

Back to its nest of love : 
The autumn winds have rent it, 

The songsters all are flown ; 
'Mid dying leaves and ice-drops 

It perisheth alone. 

It may be, carelessly thou speak'st some name, 

In an untroubled tone, 

That once unto her ear like music came, 

In days forever gone : 

1 80 



THE PAST. 



But now it is a talisman 

To waken thoughts of gloom ; 
Its well-known letters are inscribed 

On some far-distant tomb. 

Or gayly thou recallest to her mind 

Some well-remembered scene, 
Where sorrow, that has left its sting behind, 

Upon her soul has been ; 
Or hopes that rose triumphantly 

Like arrows to the sky, 
Like them, too, sank back rapidly, 

And found no rest on high. 

Then, Sister, speak not of the Past to one 

Whose memory is so true 
To thoughts and pictured scenes now changed and 
gone, 

And friends her childhood knew : 
Her heart-strings are too finely strung 

E'en for thy hands to touch ; 
They break, or grow discordant, 

At but one stroke too much. 

Speak rather of the Future : bid her gaze, 
With Faith's untiring eyes, 

181 



THE PAST. 



Upon the distant rose and amber rays 

Now stealing o'er the skies : 
Behind them lies a country 

Upon whose golden strand 
Time's waters lose their power, 

And trouble not the land. 

O bid her listen to those words, " The Past," 

As they are spoken there, 
As bells that toll awhile, then break at last 

In gladness on the air : 
Yes, music far more thrilling 

Than she hath heard of yore, 
In undulating echoes 

Is wafted from that shore. 






Tell her, the shipwrecked joys of other years 

Are landed on that coast ; 
The deathless love, which she hath dimmed with teai s 

Hath there its sadness lost : 
Ineffable tranquillity 

Over that Home is cast, 

And only sin and sorrow 

Are left unto the Past. 

182 



H X • • 

Easter, 1868. 

THOSE little feet, that could not walk, 
Have climbed the golden stair ; 
Those silent lips, that could not speak, 
Break out in praise and prayer. 

The hands that had such feeble hold 

Now grasp a golden Palm ; 
The heart that throbbed with suffering 

Is bathed in endless calm. * 

That weary head that could not rest 
Is crowned with garlands bright ; 

Those eyes, of mystery so full, 
Shine with unclouded light. 

Therefore our Easter morn is glad, 

Because to us was given 
A Holy Innocent, to yield 

Unto the Lord of Heaven. 

183 



I. 

March 20, 1870. 

RING high, ring clear, 
Ye bells of Heaven ! 
An entrance bright 
To him be given ! 

Open your ranks, 

Ye Angel bands, 
To where the high 

Green Rainbow stands.* 

Let him pass on, 

Unto the feet 
Of Him he loved, 

And longed to meet 

Him he adored, 
And yearned to see, 

With Whom his soul 
At rest will be. 



* Rev. iv. 3. 
184 



IN MEMORIAM. 



Ring high, ring clear, 
Ye bells of Heaven ! 

The Morning Star 
To him is given. 



II. 

March 28, 1870. 

TOSS, ye wild waves, 
Upon the shore ; 
He is at rest, 
For evermore. 

Moan o'er the surf, 
Thou wind so drear ; 

Moan, sob, and wail ; 
He will not hear. 

Close by he lies ; 

But a long sleep 
His wondrous smile 

Enchained doth keep. 

185 



IN MEMORIAM. 



Roll, thou wild sea, 
Against the shore ; 

He is at rest, 
For evermore. 



III. 

FROM infancy I had the right 
To win his glances tender, 
And to his teaching, deep and wise, 
My spirit to surrender. 

Now he is gone, and all is still ; 

Tears make no noise in falling, 
Nor sighs, too heavy to be heard, 

Nor names the heart is calling. 

I sit alone, and all is still ; 

Christ makes no sound in healing, 

And silently the Comforter 

Works at the soul's annealing. 
186 






To I. K. Christmas, 1872. 

HOW is it here ? A quiet grave ; 
A silence in the Hall ; 
A vacant place that none can fill ; 
A shadow upon all. 

How is it There ? A wreath of light ; 

A name that none can tell ; 
A palm-branch gather'd by the Fount 

Where living waters swell ! 

Then, friends, still hang your holly-boughs, 
Still twine the Christmas Rose, 

For she is nearer to you now 
Than when her voice arose 

In Christmas Carols soft and clear, 

Whose echoes haunt you still 

With sweetness that is set to grief, 

And longings naught can fill. 
• 187 



HERE AND THERE. 



The bright home circle of All Saints 

Is filling in, right fast ; 
The children from their exile come, 

Earth's banishments all past. 

Let melody of thankful joy 

Unto our God be given ; 
A little while — we too shall know 

What Christmas is in Heaven. 
188 



Shxnset aurt gxmvist. 

July 19, 1873. 

I. 

ASLEEP he seemeth 
On his grassy bed, 
Thyme and blue harebells 

Round his head ; 
While fern-leaves, rustling 

In the sunshine fair, 
Wave their green plumes around him, 
With triumphant air. 

The tender shadows 

Falling from the hill, 
Rest on the greensward 

Where he lieth still. 
•O wind, blow softly 

From the setting sun ! 

The noblest heart in England 

Its great work has done. 
189 



SUNSET AND SUNRISE. 



II. 

Was it sunset only ? 

Was it not sunrise, 
Where the radiant spirit 

Woke with " glad surprise ? " 

Everlasting Morning 

By the glassy sea, — 
Sea of fire and crystal, 

Where the victors be. 

He who fought with error, 

Firm and unenticed, 
Suddenly translated 

To the smile of Christ. 

He who bore God's Ark up 
With such steadfast hand, 

Passed the River dry-shod 
To the Heavenly land. 

Still the silver trumpet 
Echoes from above, — 
190 



SUNSET AND SUNRISE. 



His, whose life was Duty, 
And his watchword " Love.'* 

Let us mourn him nobly, 
Though with falling tears ; 

With no weak surrender, 
With no faithless fears. 

Moses and Elijah 

Pass away from sight, 
But the Lord remaineth, 

Leader of the fight. 

Saviour, guard and guide us 
Through the darkening years, 

Till the last have triumphed, 
Till the morn appears ; 

Everlasting Morning 

By the Crystal Sea, 
Where the crowned and ransomed 

Shall abide with Thee. 
191 



€ x w u t xl ♦ 

June 17, 1874. 

T T ER course fulfilled, she " fell asleep/' 
*~ * Hushed into slumber, sweet and deep. 

O Rest, well earned 

By her, who turned 
To make her home beneath the Cross, 
Counting self-chosen ease as loss ! 

Fair story of a steadfast life, 

Led in the shade, apart from strife : 

Heart, calm and pure, 

That would endure 
God's perfect Will unto the end, 
Knowing the Glory, to which sorrows tend ! 

Where is she now ? Not where the breeze 

Murmurs among the sheltering trees, 

And shadows pass 

Over the grass, 
192 



CRO WNED. 



And sea-scents, brought from distant waves, 
Are floating o'er the quiet graves. 

She is on high ; — her eyes have seen 
The King Who had her Saviour been. 

O life fulfilled— 

In rapture stilled — 
With Him Who led her, by the road 
Of suffering, to be crowned of God ! 
193 



SAID I, a ceaseless stream of life passed on 
From Earth to Heaven ? Yet there will come 
a pause. 
There is a soul that shall one day go hence, 
Of whom convoying angels will proclaim, 
" This is the last that has to pass through Death.' ' 
Then, what a whisper, what a thrill will run 
Through all the realms of Paradise, and sweep 
On through the Courts of Heaven, and every star 
Of Christ's great Universe ! " He will go down, 
His feet upon Mount Olivet shall stand : 

Now is the Resurrection." 

194 



•HHELL it out among the people 

* That the Saviour is the King ; 
With unceasing Alleluias 

Let the new creation ring. 
Let a tide of intercession 

For the Spirit's quickening breath 
Overflow the barren regions 

Still in darkness and in death. 

Tell it out among the people 

That the Father sent the Son 
To bring back to Him repentant 

A lost race by sin undone, 
To illuminate their darkness 

With the Day-spring from above, 
And to teach man's inmost spirit 

That the Father's Name is Love. 

Tell it out among the people 
That the Saviour seeks the lost, 
195 



MISSIONARY HYMN. 



And has paid down as their Ransom 
His own Life's most mighty cost. 

He, with ceaseless supplications, 
Intercedes for us above, 

And has bid His Church bear record 
That the Saviour's Name is Love. 

Tell it out among the people 

That the Spirit has come down, 
And He still abides among us, 

The Redeemer's work to crown. 
He renews us, heals us, helps us, 

Although weak and slow we prove, 
And each contrite heart can witness 

That the Spirit's Name is Love. 

Tell it out to every creature 

That the Lord will soon return 
To rebuild the earth's waste places, 

And to comfort all that mourn : 
That disease, and death, and danger 

From before Him will depart ; 
And, God's Love, at last victorious, 

He will reign in every heart. 
196 



L 



"(Duv Xigltt Affliction" 

ORD ! dost Thou call this our affliction " light ? " 
Is all this anguish little in Thy sight ? 



" Child, bring thy balance out. Put in one scale 
All thine afflictions; give them in full tale; 
All thy bereavements, grievances, and fears ; 
Then add the utmost limit of man's years : 
Now put My Cross into the other side, — 
That which I suffered, when I lived and died." 

1 1 can not, Lord ; it is beyond my might : 
And lo ! my sorrows are gone out of sight ! 

" Then try another way. Put in the scale 
The glory now unseen, behind the Veil ; 
The glory given to be thine own estate ; 
Use that ' exceeding and eternal weight :' 
Which kicks the beam?" 

Ah ! Lord, Thy word is right ; 
Thus weighed, my sorrow doth indeed seem 'Might." 

197 



W&cltomcil. 

November 16, 1874. 

FOLLOW, follow, follow, 
Follow the glad flight 
Of the soaring spirit 

To the Home of Light : 
Veil thy face adoring, 

As she hears the word 
That will bid her welcome, 
When she sees the Lord ;— 

Sees Him in His glory 

Human and Divine, 
Where the twofold splendors 

On His brows combine : 
For such height of blessing 

Unto man is given, 
Christ to us is nearer 

Than aught else in Heaven ! 



Veil thy face adoring ; 

Mortal can not know 
19S 



WELCOMED. 



Of that wondrous meeting, 

The heart's overflow ; 
Its full transformation 

In that utter light ; 
The soul's consummation 

In its Saviour's sight. 

When searched through with glory, 

And instinct with light, 
With Love's burning lustre 

And Joy's deep delight, 
He will give her entrance 

To the long, long line 
Of the perfect spirits 

Who around Him shine. 

O what bursts of greeting ! 

O what outstretched hands, 
And what jubilations 

Mid those saintly bands ! 
As the friends receive her, 

Whom she loved the most, 
With the choral welcomes 

Of the angel host. 
199 



WELCOMED. 



Fix thy gaze upon them, 

For the Grave is deep, 
And thy heart is lonely, 

And thine eyes must weep ; 
And the shadows gather 

In the Home she left ; 
And while she rejoices, 

Thou art sore bereft. 

Yet let glad Hosannas 

From thy heart arise ; 
For, though Earth is darkened, 

Thou hast still the skies ; 
And thy place is ready 

High above all sorrow ; 
Trust thyself to Jesus, 

And thou too shalt follow. 
200 



£Uce. 

Capetown, April 5, 1S73. 

FROM the unceasing swell 
Of the blue restless waves, 
Inland they bore the lily form 
Unto those Southern graves. 

The sunny Earth's warm breast 
Received her peaceful smile, 

From life's short voyage laid to rest 
Just for a little while. 

O Mother, Death is strong, 
But Christ is stronger still ; 

And the Death Angel in his wrath 
Does but fulfill His will, 

Who from Earth's fairest things 

Takes some unstained away, 

To be brought up beside His Throne, 

And dwell with Him alway. 
201 



ALICE. 



And when the mighty hosts 

Of the redeemed shall meet, 
All times, all races, circling round, 

Adoring at His feet, 

Will not a special grace 

Of heavenly beauty rest 
On those bright souls who, ere they sinned, 

Were taken to be blest, 

Filled from the first with light, 
Filled with the Spirit's power ; 

Of our redeemed humanity 
The undefiled flower ? 

O sight for eyes now dimmed 

With hot tears falling fast ! 
O morn of unimagined joy 

That evermore shall last ! 
202 



u 



gum so r %ov& gcsxxs." 



YET one more whisper of Thy Name, 
A whisper low and deep, — 
A something that the heart would fain 
As its own secret keep ; 

But yet must tell, from pure amaze 
At Thy long-suffering grace, 

That overflows our deepest needs, 
And sweeps away all trace 

Of bitterness, from out our griefs, 

That unbelief has made. 
Can grief be bitter, when we know 

It is but joy delayed : — 

Joy set apart, that it may grow 

Unto a height of bliss 

And beauty, in that other world, 

It could not reach in this ? 
203 



"EVEN SO, LORD JESUS! 



And while it grows, above all fear 

Of danger or of sin, 
The Lord by grief expands our hearts 

To take new blessing in. 

Lord, fill our chasms with Thyself, 
For Thou all loss hast measured ; 

Yea, fill us fuller of Thyself, — 
In Thee all gain is treasured. 

But we are weak, and toss about 
For something that shall ease us ; 

Then come, and win from out our hearts 
An " Even so, Lord Jesus ! " 



THE END. 



APPENDIX. 



The following Poems, " The Communion of the 
Sick," which were written by request, for a sick 
friend, in 1875, and " New-blown Flowers on All 
Saints* Day," are added, as being among the very 
latest that the Author wrote. The other three, 
though written some years ago, are now published 
for the first time, to show how she loved to hear 
God's Voice in Nature, and how she could rejoice 
with the rejoicing, no less truly than she could 
sorrow with the sorrowing. 

205 



gltc (Communion of t\xz Mtk. 

THE Master said, " Child, come apart ; 
Distraction reigns within thy heart. 
There is a Cross in this calm shade, 
And thou upon it must be laid. 
For more advancement thou dost ask and yearn, 
And there are lessons here for thee to learn." 

" I am cut off from all," she said, 

u Like a weak branch*, half sere and dead : 

The life that's flowing full and free 

Through others, hardly stirs in me. 

I lie alone, in dark and desert ways, 

And have no fount within, of joy and praise." 

The Master said, " She must be fed : 

Take to my child the Living Bread, 

And pour into her heart the Wine 

That flowed on Calvary from Mine, 

207 



THE COMMUNION OF THE SICK. 

To be the strength of fainting souls forever, 
And make them drink of Peace, as from a river." 
O close thine eyes, and list the words* 
That gently rise like solemn chords 
Loosed by soft touch from organ keys, 
That rise and swell, till, like a breeze, 
The onward rushing of a glorious sound 
Thrills every heart, and sweeps in waves around. 

" Then are they here, the Angel Host ? " — 
Sphere after sphere from Heaven's high coast ! 
Seraphic tones, Archangels' song, 
The voices of the ransomed throng, 
Circling thee round, and helping thee to raise 
To the Thrice Holy One thy hymn of praise ! 

The vision fades ; the anthem dies ; 

But Peace from God upon thee lies. 

The soul, absolved, is bid to rest, 

Thrice blessed, on its Saviour's breast, 

By Him upborne through suffering and strife, 

Until Mortality be lost in Life. 

* "Therefore with Angels and Archangels, and with all 
the Company of Heaven," etc. 

208 



j&iiuts' gay, 

FROM the cold earth, flowers 
Spring again to sight, 
And their petals glisten 
With a roseate light : 

While the scent that charmed us 

In the days gone by, 
On the air is floating 

To the calm gray sky. 

On some unknown morning 

An unwonted sound 
Will descend from Heaven, 

Through the hard dark ground ; 

And the forms we planted 

Amid sobs and tears, 
And have missed and sighed for, 

Through the long, sad years, 
209 



NE W-BLO WN FLO WERS ON ALL SAINTS' DA Y. 

Shall again awaken, 

And come forth to sight 
In unwonted beauty, 

In " exceeding white ; " 

And the smiles we watched for, 

In the days gone by, 
And the deep affections 

Which could never die, 

Shall again entrance us 

With a heavenly spell, 
Where no sin or danger 

Any more may dwell. 

Unto Christ, the Victor 

Over Death and Hell, 
The Earth's great Restorer, 

Let our praises swell. 

Low, sweet Alleluias, 

From sad hearts arise — 

The mourner's Hosannas 

Are loved in the skies ! 
210 



gtttj WMn&owt. 

'T^HE vine-leaves growing on the wall 
A Spread out their leafy screen, 
The sunlight piercing through them all, 

With green and golden sheen ; 
While shadows flicker to and fro, 

Like living things at play : 
The world with joy doth overflow 

Upon this breezy day ! 

One shoot, of burnished red and gold, 

Upon the soft air swings, 
Or on those clustered flowers takes hold, 

With all its little rings, 
And shakes their perfume far and near, 

So pure, and so intense, 
It enters as a blessing here, 

Upon the thankful sense. 

How fair those honeysuckles rise, 
Roseate and creamy white, 

211 



MY WINDOW. 



With amber depths, where hidden lies 
The murmuring bee's delight ; 

And there come forth, from a near bird. 
Such notes upon the air, 

As he, just now, of Heaven had heard, 
And felt he should be there ! 

Some shining red, some yellow pale, 

Hang cherries on yon tree, 
That feed this joyous Nightingale 

Who sings so loud and free, 
As to his branch of fir he clings, 

Which waves him up and down, 
While from its wind-harp music rings 

As sweet as is his own ! 

And, over all, the blessed skies, 
With their blue hiding light, 

Veiling the Throne to which our sighs, 
And hopes, and prayers take flight : 

O can it be that nothing hides 
Between that Throne and me, 

But vapors, and the deep blue tides 

Of that unfathomed sea ? 
212 



MY WINDOW. 



The Son is interceding there 

With God, — well pleased to yield; 
The sevenfold Spirit burnetii clear, 

Till all shall be revealed : 
Way to the Holiest open lies ; 

O heart, then enter in, 
White with the Blood of Sacrifice, 

The new song to begin. 
213 



T ORD JESUS! who at Cana turned 
■*— ' The water into wine, 
I pray Thee now to sanctify 
This happiness of mine. 

That marriage banquet saw Thee placed 

A guest beside the Bride ! 
O now in mercy let me feel. 

Thy Presence at my side. 

All Love and Gladness come from Thee, 

And I would seek them now, 
Straight from Thy Blessed Hands, and breathe 

To Thee my marriage vow. 

Let me renounce the world's false ways, 

And take Thy Holy Will 

To be my guidance, as I strive 

New duties to fulfill. 
214 



HOL Y MA TRIMONY. 



Grant me the meek and quiet heart, 

On others' welfare bent, 
Which is, in God's All-holy eyes, 

Woman's best ornament. 

And let me glory to obey, 
And quell all cause of strife ; 

O let no selfishness profane 
That holy name of " wife !" 

Pour Thy full blessing upon him 
Now knit to my own soul — 

With quickening step let us advance 
Unto the heavenly goal. 

There, wedded love shall not be lost, 
But drawn by sweet constraint, 

Into that higher Love, of which 
It is the image faint. 

Prepare us, Lord, for that great Day, 

And let our marriage be 
A step by which our souls may rise 

Nearer to Heaven and Thee. 
215 



& ittothcv's ^vaycv tax Ticx* 

OLORD, this little infant lying 
With soft, warm pressure on my knee- 
This helpless, tender, gentle infant, 
I hold him as a gift from Thee. 

Lord, this baby softly feeding, 

Whose pulses beat and blend with mine, 

1 give him back to Thee forever, 
To be not only mine, but Thine. 

Lord, teach me how to train him wisely, 
Show me the way he ought to go : 

Thou, his Creator and Redeemer, 
Such wisdom only canst bestow. 

O never let my sin or weakness 
Be stumbling-blocks upon his way, 

The good I teach him contradicting, 
Or turning him to go astray, 
216 



A MOTHER'S PR A YER. 



Grant me with persevering firmness 
Against each form of ill to fight, 

And tenderly, with holy meekness, 
To win him to the love of right. 

And give him true and manly courage 
To choose the right, and hate the wrong; 

All meanness, selfishness, and falsehood, 
To trample down with purpose strong. 

And let his life be one fair up-growth 
Of Thine Own Image in his soul, 

Advancing still, through joy and sorrow, 
Under Thy Spirit's blest control. 

Lord, this baby softly feeding, 

Whose pulses beat and blend with mine, 

1 give him back to Thee forever, 

To be not only mine, but Thine. 
217 



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